Author Samuel Griswold Goodrich At misty dawn, At rosy morn, The Redbreast sings alone: At twilight dim, Still, still, his hymn Hath a sad, and sorrowing tone. Another day, his song is gay, For a listening bird is near— O ye who sorrow, come borrow, borrow, A lesson of robin here! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments