I know a place, in the ivy on a tree, Where a bird's nest is, and the eggs are three, And the bird is brown, and the eggs are blue, And the twigs are old, but the moss is new, And I go quite near, though I think I should have heard The sound of me watching, if I had been a bird. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADY'S 'YES' by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPITAPH: FOR A LADY I KNOW by COUNTEE CULLEN A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH JAMESON'S RIDE by ALFRED AUSTIN |