My Little Bird and Me

We'd been the way of all the world:
My little bird and me;
We'd seen the golden, cresting shores
And all the wind-torn leas,
We'd watched the little rabbits sit
In summer, by the lanes
And every clock, and every month
Go skipping through the rain.
We'd been the way of all the world:
The valleys, and the fog
We'd seen epitome of light
Upon the mossy log
And taken many pictures of
The cold and glassy sea:
We'd been the way of all the world,
My little bird and me.