WHEN up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I! When I descend Towards their brink I stand, and look, And stoop, and drink, And bathe my wings, And chink and prink. When winter frost Makes earth as steel I search and search But find no meal, And most unhappy Then I feel. But when it lasts, And snows still fall, I get to feel No grief at all, For I turn to a cold stiff Feathery ball! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SONG OF A TRAVELLER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO HIS MISTRESS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |