Robin, give another chirp in the apple tree!
Robin, come and pull a worm and cock your head at me!

After all the weary quest up and down the lands —
Castles on the green hills, sphinxes in the sands,
Cities by the river-lights, bridges far away, —
Here again and home again, nevermore to roam again,
Here again to-day!

After all the pedant zest in among the books —
Parchments old and red and gold in monastic nooks,
Hic and hoc and languedoc , Caxtons, Elzevirs, —
Here again and back again, nevermore to pack again,
After years and years!

After playing connoisseur at a painted wall —
Pea-green damsel, purple mamsell, king and seneschal,
Saintly soul and aureole, ruin and morass, —
Here with eyes to see again the haycock down the lea again,
Lounging in the grass!

Robin, give another chirp in the apple tree!
Robin, come and pull a worm and cock your head at me!