Robin's Cheer

Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, 
And at my easement sing, 
Though it should prove a farewell lay 
And this our parting spring. 
Then, little Bird, this boon confer, 
Come, and my requiem sing, 
Nor fail to be the harbinger 
Of everlasting spring.

William Wordsworth

Returning home at the end of a long workweek, rain saturated the view from the windshield yet the robin's red breast blazed through the drizzle and fatigue to bring a smile bright as the robin's song.