The Redbreast
Charlotte Richardson
1775 to 1832
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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While I in silence mourn his loss,
Mistaken thought! — But how shall I
Sweep all our fancied joys away,
Soon sealed her victim's doom,
The flaky snow fell thick and fast,
'Welcome, sweet bird!' I fondly cried,
And weep o'er robin's tomb.
A shivering redbreast sought my door,
So, oft in life's uneven way,
Cold blew the freezing northern blast,
Till warmer suns appear.
Some friendly warmth to share.
Some stroke may intervene;
The mournful truth display?
Forced by the storm's relentless power,
My kindness shalt repay.'
'No danger need'st thou fear,
Thou, with thy sweet, thy grateful song,
Emboldened by despair,
'And when mild spring comes smiling on,
And bids the fields look gay,
Remorseless wretch! — her cruel jaws
Secure with me thou may'st abide,
An envious cat, with jealous eye,
And change the flattering scene.
And winter sternly frowned;
And clad the fields around.
Had marked him as her prey.