LITTLE bird of the bruised wing, Swept to the shelter of my door, Torn is thy nest in the willow swing. Hast thou forgotten how to sing? Shall thy flash be seen in the green no more? Come, let me bind up the bruised wing. At my open cage-door linger long. And if for a while near the willow swing There be one bird less, there'll be no less song: Thy sorrow shall teach me how to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK WRITTEN [OR LINES] IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM by THOMAS HOOD |