A LITTLE bird, with plumage brown, Beside my window flutters down, A moment chirps its little strain, Ten taps upon my window-pane, And chirps again, and hops along, To call my notice to its song; But I work on, nor heed its lay, Till, in neglect, it flies away. So birds of peace and hope and love Come fluttering earthward from above, To settle on life's window-sills, And ease our load of earthly ills; But we, in traffic's rush and din Too deep engaged to let them in, With deadened heart and sense plod on, Nor know our loss till they are gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY PURCELL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS CHILDREN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE FEAST OF THE DEAD by CHARLOTTE BECKER LOVE IN THE DAWN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LOST GODS ABIDING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY by ROBERT BURNS |