Explore "Returned Birds" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
My heart to-day is like a southern wood, / Through summer months it has been drunk with heat; / And slumbered on unmindful of the beat / Of life beyond it: sleep alone seemed good.
Now milder Autumn's tints are in the sky; / The fervid heats of summer noons depart; / And backward to the old haunts in my heart / The golden robins and the blue birds fly.