See, Charles, how little lies: The film is on his gentle eyes;
His pretty is parted wide,
And blood is flowing from his side.
And Willy, when from school he comes,
Will run and get some little ,
And fling them round, and wait to see
Robin lightly from the tree,
To pick the crumbs up, one by one,
And sing and , when he has done;—
Then when I show him Robin dead,
How many bitter tears he'll shed!