The bird of needle beak, and breast...

The bird of needle beak, and breast

Of orange flame, doth weave its nest

At tip of branch, a cradle swinging

To all the airs of the south and west.

Who schooled thy needle to begin

Its forth and back and out and in,

Till plaited cot, a gourd-like pendant,

Shall temper winds to thy first of kin?

Thy sun-bright mate, his joy to prove,

Flutes sweet his ardors from above.

O golden robin, skyey-nested,

Thou rockest safe in the arms of Love.