Explore "Armenian Folk-Song -- the Stork" by Eugene Field on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Welcome, O truant stork! / And where have you been so long? / And do you bring that grace of spring / That filleth my heart with song?
Descend upon my roof -- / Bide on this ash content; / I would have you know what cruel woe / Befell me when you went.
All up in the moody sky / (A shifting threat o'er head! ) / They were breaking the snow and bidding it go / Cover the beautiful dead.
Came snow on garden spot, / Came snow on mere and wold, / Came the withering breath of white robed death, / And the once warm earth was cold.
Stork, the tender rose tree, / That bloometh when you are here, / Trembled and sighed like a waiting bride -- / Then drooped on a virgin bier.
But the brook that hath seen you come / Leaps forth with a hearty shout, / And the crocus peeps from the bed where it sleeps / To know what the noise is about.
Welcome, O honest friend! / And bide on my roof content; / For my heart would sing of the grace of spring, / When the winter of woe is spent.