THE sparrows underneath Thine eaves Flutter and chatter, making merry As in the cool shade of dark leaves. Thy still House in the dusty town Is a green wood, a sanctuary For to come in and to sit down. Such shade, such ease, deep water-wells; Just to sit down with Thee like Mary, And to forget all else, all else! And yet I dare not draw so nigh, Though to Thy guests Thou art not chary: Thine angels, sure, would wonder why! Give me the lowest place, even theirs, Thy sooty sparrows, cool and airy, Chattering Thy name to the blue airs. Where Thou goest in and out and might Not find too thin and customary One little pipe for Thy delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE STOLEN CHILD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE TREE TOAD by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD IT'S ONLY FAIR by BERTON BRALEY ON THE DEATH OF A MOTHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FAMILIAR EPISTLES TO A FRIEND: 6 by JOHN BYROM |