Soft little hush songs heard in the night, Young birds practising songs in their sleep, Old birds dreaming of sunshiny flight, Sweep, pe-e-p, sweep! Daintiest fragments of daylight song Drift through my window out of the dark, Drift through my window all the night long, Hark, che-e-e, hark! Lying I listen and take to my soul Fine little lessons of hope and of cheer, Darkness and daylight one beautiful whole, Hear, swe-e-et, hear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ROAD TO CHORRERA by ARLO BATES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MONA LISA by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |