"WHY do you come to my apple-tree, Little bird so gray?" Twit-twit, twit-twit, twit-twit-twee! That was all he would say. "Why do you lock your rosy feet So closely round the spray?" Twit-twit, twit-twit, twit-tweet! That was all he would say. "Why on the topmost bough do you get, Little bird so gray?" Twit-twit-twee! twit-twit-twit! That was all he would say. "Where is your mate? come answer me, Little bird so gray?" Twit-twit-twit! twit-twit-twee! That was all he would say. "And has she little rosy feet? And is her body gray?" Twit-twit-twee! twit-twit-twit! That was all he would say. "And will she come with you and sit In my apple-tree some day?" Twit-twit-twee! twit-twit-twit! He said as he flew away. "Twit-twit! twit-twit! twit! tweet!" Why, what in that should be To make it seem so very sweet? And then it came to me. This little wilding of the wood, With wing so gray and fleet, Did just the best for you he could, And that is why't was sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAIDEN QUEEN: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON NOONTIDE REST by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM TWELVE SONNETS: 9. WEARINESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ST. HELENA by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER SEA LAVENDER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN |