I heard in the night the pigeons Stirring within their nest: The wild pigeons' stir was tender, Like a child's hand at the breast. I cried, 'O stir no more! (My breast was touched with tears) O pigeons, make no stir - A childless woman hears.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TWILIGHT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO JOHN TAYLOR by ROBERT BURNS MARION STREET by ALPHEUS BUTLER |