The Parrot

The deep affections of the breast
That Heaven to living things imparts
Are not exclusively possess’d
By human hearts.

A parrot from the Spanish Main,
Full young and early caged, came o’er
With bright wings to the bleak domain
Of Mulla’s shore.

To spicy groves where he had won
His plumage of resplendent hue,
His native fruits and skies and sun,
He bade adieu.

For these he changed the smoke of turf,
A heathery land and misty sky.
And turn’d on rocks and raging surf
His golden eye.

But, petted, in our climate cold
He lived and chatter’d many a day;
Until with age from green and gold
His wings grew gray.

At last, when blind and seeming dumb.
He scolded, laughed, and spoke no more,
A Spanish stranger chanced to come
To Mulla’s shore;

He hailed the bird in Spanish speech;
The bird in Spanish speech replied,
Flapped round his cage with joyous screech,
Dropt down, and died.