English poem
The Blackbird
by Robert Nichols (1893–1944)
I stand in a sunny garden; A blackbird sings overhead: "I'm alive ... I've a love ... the sun's shining And where's the man would be dead?"
"Blackbird, make an ending of fluting That song down your orange beak: I'm alive ... I've a love ... the sun's shining, And--I am the man you seek."
STAMFORD, May, 1913.