This apple-tree, that once was green, Is now a thousand flowers in one! And, with their bags strapped to their thighs, There's many a bee that comes for sweets, To stretch each bag to its full size. And when the night has grown a moon, And I lie half-asleep in bed, I hear those bees again -- ah no, It is the birds of steel, instead, Seeking their innocent prey below. Man-ridden birds of steel, unseen, That come to drop their murdering lime On any child or harmless thing Before the early morning time: Up, nearer to God, they fly and sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MIMNERMUS IN CHURCH by WILLIAM JOHNSON CORY IDYLLS OF THE KING: BALIN AND BALAN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON A COWBOY'S WORRYING LOVE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS A DAY OF DAYS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |