Raven song, Robin song

One tale ends as another begins, with threads of joy and sorrow;
Raven on the windowsill; red robin greets the morrow;
And though maybe the raven's song is tuneless and forlorn,
Dwell not upon the ending note, but on the promise born;

The robin sings of hopeful times;
The robin sings of gladness;
A joyous dawn arises now,
To lift us from our sadness;

The squalor of an ending oft can hide the summer sun;
A raven's voice accompanies "adieu" to our loved one;
And never will the pain of night depart our long recall,
But let us hark the robin's song; its joy may yet heal all;

The robin sings of hopeful times;
The robin sings of gladness;
A joyous dawn arises now,
To lift us from our sadness;


(Dedicated to M and K)