Charles Kingsley (Чарльз Кингсли)

Valentine's Day

Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,
Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;
I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth,
And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.

I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky,
And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cosy nest;
And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die,
With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best.

1. The Red King
2. Dartside, 1849
3. Airly Beacon
4. The Legend of La Brea
5. On the Death of Leopold: King of the Belgians

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