114. Poem "The Robin's my Criterion for Tune"

The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -

Because I grow - where Robins do -

But, were I Cuckoo born -

I'd swear by him -

The ode familiar - rules the Noon -

The Buttercup's, my whim for Bloom -

Because, we're Orchard sprung -

But, were I Britain born,

I'd Daisies spurn -

None but the Nut - October fit -

Because - through dropping it,

The Seasons flit - I'm taught -

Without the Snow's Tableau

Winter, were lie - to me -

Because I see - New Englandly -

The Queen, discerns like me -

Provincially -


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