Birds’ love and birds’ song
; ; Flying here and there,
Birds’ song and birds’ love
; ; And you with gold for hair!
Birds’ song and birds’ love
; ; Passing with the weather,
Men’s song and men’s love,
; ; To love once and forever.

Men’s love and birds’ love,
; ; And women’s love and men’s!
And you my wren with a crown of gold,
; ; You my queen of the wrens!
You the queen of the wrens —
; ; We’ll be birds of a feather,
I’ll be King of the Queen of the wrens,
; ; And all in a nest together.

– Spring by Lord Alfred Tennyson

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