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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 (1866–1953)

[Born in Mount Washington, Berkshire Co., Mass., 1866. Died, 1953. Apple-Blossoms. 1878.—All Round the Year. 1881.—Uncollected Poems. 1881–88.]

WHEN the leaves are shed,

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;

Then, ’mid snowdrifts white,

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.