10 Bird Day Book 





THE THROSTLE 



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66 PUMMER is coming, summer in coming 

 O I know it, I know it, I know it. 

 Light again, leaf again, life again, love again." 

 Yes, my wild little poet. 



Sing the new year in under the blue, 

 Last year you sang it as gladly, 

 "New, new, new, new !" Is it then so new 

 That you should carol so madly? 



"Love again, song again, nest again, young again," 

 Never a prophet so crazy ! 

 And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, 

 See, there is hardly a daisy. 



"Here again, here, here, here, happy year!" 

 O warble, unchidden, unbidden ! 

 Summer is coming, is coming, my dear, 

 And all the winters are hidden. 



— Alfred Tennyson. 



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