I have a Bird in spring

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears— And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown— Learneth beyond the sea Melody new for me And will return. Fast is a safer hand Held in a truer Land Are mine— And though they now depart, Tell I my doubting heart They're thine. In a serener Bright, In a more golden light I see Each little doubt and fear, Each little discord here Removed. Then will I not repine, Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown Shall in a distant tree Bright melody for me Return.