Sac GRAY LADY AND THE BIRDS 
Yet she’s everything to Robin, 
Silent partner though she be; 
Source and theme and inspiration 
Of each madrigal and glee. 
For as she, with mute devotion, 
Shapes and curves the plastic nest, 
Fashioning a tiny cradle 
With the pressure of her breast, 
So the love in that soft bosom 
Moulds his being as ’twere clay, 
Prints upon his breast the music 
Of his most impassioned lay. 
And when next you praise the Robin, 
Flinging wide with tuneful gate 
To his eager brood of love-notes, 
Don’t forget the Robin’s mate. 
— Exiza GILBERT IvEs. 
