Through the green twilight of a hedge I peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed, And spied a bird upon a nest: Two eyes she had beseeching me Meekly and brave, and her brown breast Throbb'd hot and quick above her heart; And then she opened her dagger bill, -- 'Twas not the chirp that sparrows pipe At early day; 'twas not the trill, That falters through the quiet even; But one sharp solitary note, One desperate fierce and vivid cry Of valiant tears, and hopeless joy, One passionate note of victory. Off, like a fool afraid, I sneaked, Smiling the smile the fool smiles best, At the mother bird in the secret hedge Patient upon her lonely nest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EVENING PRAYER by C. MAUDE BATTERSBY THE BLUNDER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE BALLADE OF THE IDEAL WAITER by BERTON BRALEY MY NANNIE'S AWA (1) by ROBERT BURNS THE PICTURE OF A FINE GENTLEMAN by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL A SOLILOQUY ON THE COURSE AND CONSQUENCE OF A DOUBTING MIND by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. O MIGHTY MOTHER by EDWARD CARPENTER |