The Parrot

A parrot, from the Spanish main,
Full young and early caged came o’er,
With bright wings, to the bleak domain
Of Mullah’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 turned on rocks and raging surf
His golden eye.

But petted in our climate cold,
He lived and chattered many a day:
Until with age, from green and gold
His wings grew grey.

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

He hail’d the bird in Spanish speech,
The bird in Spanish speech replied;
Flapp’d round the cage with joyous screech,
Dropt down, and died.