Ocupation: Poet
Life: October 31, 1795 - February 23, 1821
Birthday: October 31
Death: February 23
Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek; Then off at once, as in a wanton freak: Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings Pausing upon their yellow flutterings.
topic: Wings, Yellow, Space, Goldfinches