Postponement
Snow-bound in woodland, a mournful word,Dropt now and then from the bill of a bird,Reached me on wind-wafts; and thus I heard,Wearily waiting:—
“I planned her a nest in a leafless tree,But the passers eyed and twitted me,And said: ‘How reckless a bird is he,Cheerily mating!’
“Fear-filled, I stayed me till summer-tide,In lewth of leaves to throne her bride;But alas! her love for me waned and died,Wearily waiting.
“Ah, had I been like some I see,Born to an evergreen nesting-tree,None had eyed and twitted me,Cheerily mating!”
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