THE PIPER AND THE LINNET

The Piper and the Linnet

I heard a linnet in the woods,
Chanting upon a breezy lea,
That the note fills up the lea
And the margin of the woods.

Fair linnet: brilliant singer! In
Laughter soo skillfully blowing
The blushful air, and making
Soulful notes into the wind.

"Hark!" Shouts the farmer's lad at bay.
Away he trips from hill to hill,
Piping through the fields of hay,
Lone and standing, blowing still.

While in a bower I rejoice,
To the piper's note that through me,
Pass across the girls and boys,
Filling up with sprightly glee.

Sweet piper, what do ye chant for?
The miracles that through it flow
(In no linnet's sweetest blow)
Spells me wings: my soul do soar;

August ‛09