Author Anonymous As the blackbird in the spring, beneath the willow tree Sat and pip'd, I heard him sing “Aura Lee” Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid of golden hair! Sunshine came along with thee, and swallows in the air. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments