A March Glee

A March Glee.
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I hear the wild geese honking
From out the misty night,
A sound of moving armles
On-sweeping in their might;
The river ice is drifting
Beneath their northward fight.
I hear the bluebird plaintive
From out the morning sky,
Or see his wings a-twinkle
That with the azure vie;
No other bird more welcome,
No more prophetic cry.
I hear the sparrow’s ditty
A-near my study door
A simple song of gladneкв
That winter days are d’er;
My heart is einging with him,
I love him more and more.
I hear the starling fiuting
His liquid “o-ka-lee;”
I hear the downy drumming,
His vernal reveille:
And from out the maple orchard
The nuthatch calls to me.
Oh. Spring is surely coming.
Her courlers fill the air;
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare;
I scent her fragrant garments,
Her foot is on the stair.
-John Burroughs