Stop, feathered bullies! Peace, angry birds; You common Sparrows that, For a few words, Roll fighting in wet mud, To shed each other's blood. Look at those Linnets, they Like ladies sing; See how those Swallows, too, Play on the wing; All other birds close by Are gentle, clean and shy. And yet maybe your life's As sweet as theirs; The common poor that fight Live not for years In one long frozen state Of anger, like the great. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EAGLE THAT IS FORGOTTEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SHADED WATER by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAMENT OF THE FLOWERS by JONES VERY THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER ON FEATHER BEDS by JOHN ARMSTRONG |