Sara Teasdale — Redbirds

Redbirds, redbirds,        &nbsp Long and long ago, What a honey-call you had        &nbsp In hills I used to know; Redbud, buckberry,        &nbsp Wild plum-tree And proud river sweeping        &nbsp Southward to the sea, Brown and gold in the sun        &nbsp Sparkling far below, Trailing stately round her bluffs        &nbsp Where the poplars grow— Redbirds, redbirds,        &nbsp Are you singing still As you sang one May day        &nbsp On Saxton's Hill?