But, Song, Arise Thee On A Greater Wing, Nor Twitter Robin-Like Of Love, Nor Sing A Pretty Dalliance With Grief - But Try Some Metre Like A Sky, Wherein To Set Stars That May Linger Yet When I, Thy Master, Shall Have Come To Die. Twitter And Tweet Thy Carollings Of Little Things, Of Fair And Sweet; For It Is Meet, O Robin Red! That Little Theme Hath Little Song, That Little Head Hath Little Dream, And Long. But We Have Starry Business, Such A Grief As Autumn'S, Dead By Some Forgotten Sheaf, While All The Distance Echoes Of The Wain; Grief As An Ocean'S For Some Sudden Isle Of Living Green That Stayed With It A While, Then To Oblivious Deluge Plunged Again! Grief As Of Alps That Yearn But Never Reach, Grief As Of Death For Life, Of Night For Day: Such Grief, O Song, How Hast Thou Strength To Teach, How Hope To Make Assay?