WHENEVER I behold a little bird Moving and singing close about my feet, All unafraid -- because I have not stirred -- Of brutal blow or pitiless bullet fleet, Eager to meet the mood which I profess, By blithe acceptance of my friendliness, I get a vision of the far-off day, Far-off and dim, described by faith alone, When all the tribes of Cain have passed away, And Love, somehow, has come into his own; When kindness is the one felicity, And bird and beast and man are one in Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND THREE BLIND MICE by MOTHER GOOSE A BIRTHDAY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE NONSENSE SAW OF A SAW-GIRL I SAW IN ARKANSAW by FRED W. ALLSOPP EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 9. LOVE A TICKLISH GAME by PHILIP AYRES THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TO MIGNONNE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |