William Wordsworth on European robin

“Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing,   Though it should prove a farewell lay   And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer,   Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger   Of everlasting spring.”

“Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast,   Our little English Robin; The bird that comes about our doors When autumn winds are sobbing? Art thou the Peter of Norway boors?   Their Thomas in Finland,   And Russia far inland? The bird, whom by some name or other All men who know thee call their brother?”