Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. 1
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed－
That when the snow creeps slowly 5
From off his chamber door－
Daisies point the way there－
And the Troubadour.
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed－
That when the snow creeps slowly 5
From off his chamber door－
Daisies point the way there－
And the Troubadour.
(F.75/J.96)
[1, 3] My Master, the Bird:: the master is a bird, a snow-lark.
[3] nest:: the nest is for the master's new hatched birdling.
[5] the snow:: the snow-lark.
[6] chamber:: egg is the chamber of a bird in hatching.
[5, 6] creeps slowly, off:: the young bird comes out from its egg.
[7] Daisies point the way:: she built a nest and marked with seeds, for hoping the young snow-lark will nest there.
[8] Troubadour:: a poet, a hint on the lark.
I said to the sky-poised Lark . . . Poet-lark, Hark－hark! ─ Chambers's Edinburgh Journal (1852)
Snow Lark Bunting. . . . larger portion of outer three feathers white. ─ The Birds of Long Island (1844)
