SNOW-BOUND in woodland, a mournful word, Dropt now and then from the bill of a bird, Reached me on wind-wafts; and thus I heard, Wearily waiting: -- "I planned her a nest in a leafless tree, But the passers eyed and twitted me, And said: 'How reckless a bird is he, Cheerily mating!' "Fear-filled, I stayed me till summer-tide, In lewth of leaves to throne her bride; But alas! her love for me waned and died, Wearily waiting. "Ah, had I been like some I see, Born to an evergreen nesting-tree, None had eyed and twitted me, Cheerily mating!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN WILL LOVE COME? by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE ENEMY'S PORTRAIT by THOMAS HARDY THE JACOBITE ON TOWER HILL by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY ADVENTURE ON THE WINGS OF MORNING by RACHEL ALBRIGHT JIM'S WHISTLE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |