Poor bird! why with such energy reprove My presence? why that tone which pines and grieves? At early dawn, thy sweet voice from the eaves Hath gone between us oft, a voice of love, A bond of peace. Why should I ever plot Thy ruin, or thy fond affections baulk? Dost thou not send me down thy happy talk Even to my pillow, though thou seest me not? How should I harm thee? yet thy timid eye Is on me, and a harsh rebuke succeeds; Not like the tender brooding note that pleads Thy cause so well, so all-unconsciously; Yet shall to-morrow's dawning hear thy strain Renewed, and knit our indoor bond again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOSING TIME AT THE SAN DIEGO ZOO by KAREN SWENSON THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN LOVE'S CHANGE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |