Late Regard of Branches

Oh, what a sin
My feathered friend
That you have come to greet me
Just late, now
When early guests
Have made their nests
And there is no place for thee
So late, now
Your song so light
Your plumage bright
And my boughs filled completely
Too late, now
But please stay near
So I can hear
Your tunes and think them lovely
Don't go now