Classic Poem

Sing, Oriole, bright summer bringing;
Outflung like a spark from the ringing
Red forge of the sun, or a rocket
That soars star-illumined, and springing
Back homeward to run to the pocket
That hides a young joy-brood a-swinging
Like faces love-hid in a locket.

Through sunbeams you blaze in your highway, —
Wing-lifted and bosom auroral —
Giving briefest life to the hours;
While down your blue, zephyred sky-way,
Through atmosphere fragrant with flowers,
Your warblings in sunniest choral
Emparadise woodlands and bowers.