Whither away, Bluebird,
	Whither away?
	The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky,
	Thou still canst find the color of thy wing,
	The hue of May.
	Warbler, why speed thy southern flight? ah, why,
	Thou too, whose song first told us of the Spring?
	Whither away?

E. C. Stedman.