SWAYING TREE TOPS 



was an hour when I could not say 

 spring had come, for I was not sure 

 winter had gone, but I felt that one 

 was coming nearer every moment, 

 and the other departing; On the 

 highest bough of the tallest tree, 

 robin was silhouetted against the 

 evening sky. If ever robin throws 

 back his shoulders and his head and 

 stands erect, it is at evening when he 

 finds the tallest tree. During the day 

 he is often on the grass, or in a bush, 

 or on a fencepost, or half way up a 

 tree; but at evening nothing satisfies 

 him but a tree top. I think I know 

 why he takes the lofty perch. He is 

 curious about next day, and goes up 

 into the tree top to get a view of the 

 morrow. So as I walked out the other 

 evening robin told me by his song 



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