Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
The Snowbird
By Dora Read Goodale (18661953)[Born in Mount Washington, Berkshire Co., Mass., 1866. Died, 1953. Apple-Blossoms. 1878.—All Round the Year. 1881.—Uncollected Poems. 1881–88.]
W
And the branches bare,
When the snows are deep,
And the flowers asleep,
And the autumn dead;
And the skies are o’er us bent,
Gray and gloomy, since she went,
And the sifting snow is drifting
Through the air;
Though the trees are bare,
Comes the snowbird, bold
In the winter’s cold;
Quick and round, and bright,
Light he steps across the snow,
Cares he not for winds that blow,
Though the sifting snow be drifting
Through the air.