Kate Greenaway
Under the Window
Under the window is my garden,
Where sweet, sweet flowers grow;
And in the pear-tree dwells a robin,
The dearest bird I know.
Tho' I peep out betimes in the morning,
Still the flowers are up the first;
Then I try and talk to the robin,
And perhaps he'd chat - if he durst.
1881 « » (. Mother Goose or The Old Nursery Rhymes) , . XVIII — XIX . .