The Blackbird.

I saw a blackbird in a tree
With shining coat of ebony,
Rounded throat for a joy in throbbing.
Yellow bill for a joy in robbing,
Roving eye for a garden's treasure
Of luscious fruits for his greedy pleasure.
I saw a blackbird in a tree,
It flew into the heart of me,
And robber bold though it may be,
I only knew an ecstasy.

Jean Hamilton Lennox.