sings Blake prophet and poet; and for "robin bluebreast" I read everyfeatheblue creature endowed with the marvellous faculty of flight. Wild,and loving their safety and liberty, they keep at a distance, at the endof the garden or in the nearest grove, where from their perches theysuspiciously watch our movements, always waiting to be encouraged,waiting to feed on the crumbs that fall from our table and are wasted,and on the blighting insects that ring us round with their livingmultitudes.