The Return of the Birds

Author: William Cullen Bryant  | Date: 1864

THE RETURN OF THE BIRDS

I hear, from many a little throat,

A warble interrupted long;

I hear the robin’s flute-like note,

The bluebird’s slenderer song.

Brown meadows and the russet hill,

Not yet the haunt of grazing herds,

And thickets by the glimmering rill,

Are all alive with birds.

Oh choir of spring, why come so soon?

On leafless grove and herbless lawn

Warm lie the yellow beams of moon;

Yet winter is not gone.

For frost shall sheet the pools again;

Again the blustering East shall blow-

Whirl a white tempest through the glen,

And load the pines with snow.

Yet, haply, from the region where,

Waked by an earlier spring than here,

The blossomed wild-plum scents the air,

Ye come in haste and fear.

For there is heard the bugle-blast,

The booming gun, the jarring drum,

And on their chargers, spurring fast,

Armed warriors go and come.

There mighty hosts have pitched the camp

In valleys that were yours till then,

And Earth has shuddered to the tramp

Of half a million men!

In groves where once ye used to sing,

In orchards where ye had your birth,

A thousand glittering axes swing

To smite the trees to earth.

Ye love the fields by ploughmen trod;

But there, when sprouts the beechen spray,

The soldier only breaks the sod

To hide the slain away.

Stay, then, beneath our ruder sky;

Heed not the storm-clouds rising black,

Nor yelling winds that with them fly;

Nor let them fright you back,-

Back to the stifling battle-cloud,

To burning towns that blot the day,

And trains of mounting dust that shroud

The armies on their way.

Stay, for a tint of green shall creep

Soon o’er the orchard’s grassy floor,

And from its bed the crocus peep

Beside the housewife’s door.

Here build, and dread no harsher sound

To scare you from the sheltering tree,

Than winds that stir the branches round,

And murmur of the bee.

And we will pray that, ere again

The flowers of autumn bloom and die,

Our generals and their strong-armed men

May lay their weapons by.

Then may ye warble, unafraid,

Where hands, that wear the fetter now,

Free as your wings shall ply the spade,

And guide the peaceful plough.

Then, as our conquering hosts return,

What shouts of jubilee shall break

From placid vale and mountain stern,

And shore of mighty lake!

And midland plain and ocean-strand

Shall thunder: "Glory to the brave,

Peace to the torn and bleeding land,

And freedom to the slave!"

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Chicago: William Cullen Bryant, The Return of the Birds in Library of the Future ® 4th Edition Ver. 5.0 (Irvine, CA: World Library, Inc., 1996), Original Sources, accessed September 16, 2019, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DSUNS8QDX4DJWP6.

MLA: Bryant, William Cullen. The Return of the Birds, in Library of the Future ® 4th Edition Ver. 5.0, Irvine, CA, World Library, Inc., 1996, Original Sources. 16 Sep. 2019. www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DSUNS8QDX4DJWP6.

Harvard: Bryant, WC, The Return of the Birds. cited in 1996, Library of the Future ® 4th Edition Ver. 5.0, World Library, Inc., Irvine, CA. Original Sources, retrieved 16 September 2019, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DSUNS8QDX4DJWP6.