Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,
And at my easement sing,
Though it should prove a farewell lay
And this our parting spring.
Then, little Bird, this boon confer,
Come, and my requiem sing,
Nor fail to be the harbinger
Of everlasting spring.
—William Wordsworth
Waking up to Robin's song puts me in a good mood! Have you ever heard the morning song of a Robin? Click HERE for his beautiful music.
