. A year with the birds . J: GOLDFINCH The Goldfinch Sometimes goldfinches one by one will dropFrom low-hung branches; little space they stopAnd sip and twitter, and their feathers sleek,Then off at once, as in a wanton freak;Or perhaps to show their black and golden wings,Pausing upon their yellow flutterings. Keats 149 The Yellow Warbler 0, che-che-che-che-che-a-wee ? In treetops winging rapidly, The Summer Yellow-Bird youll see. He wears no tiny cap of black; His wings and tail are green. Hes back In blossom-time when insects breed; He cannot live on hardy seed Like merry Goldfinch. Shy is
. A year with the birds . J: GOLDFINCH The Goldfinch Sometimes goldfinches one by one will dropFrom low-hung branches; little space they stopAnd sip and twitter, and their feathers sleek,Then off at once, as in a wanton freak;Or perhaps to show their black and golden wings,Pausing upon their yellow flutterings. Keats 149 The Yellow Warbler 0, che-che-che-che-che-a-wee ? In treetops winging rapidly, The Summer Yellow-Bird youll see. He wears no tiny cap of black; His wings and tail are green. Hes back In blossom-time when insects breed; He cannot live on hardy seed Like merry Goldfinch. Shy is he; And sweetly from the apple-tree, Sings: Che - che - che - che - che - a-wee? A. E. B. 160
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