Poor fluttered, frightened, silent one! If we had seen your nest of clay, We should have passed it, would have gone, Nor frightened you away. Are others too must guard a nest From hawk, and kite, and secret foe, And that despair is in their breast Which you this moment know. Shield the nests where'er they be! In the house, or in the tree! Guard the poor from treachery! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LOVE AND A QUESTION by ROBERT FROST SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG [JULY 3, 1863] by WILL HENRY THOMPSON THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE ON LYNN TERRACE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OUTCAST by HELEN MCCRORY ARENDELL |