A tender-hearted maiden, in the latest fashion dressed, Rebuked a wicked urchin who was bearing off a nest: "Fie! Fie! You cruel fellow! What? Nest, and eggs, and all? I think I hear the mother-bird in yonder thicket call. I think I see her pretty breast a-tremble like a leaf. Put back the nest, you naughty boy, or she will die of grief!" "Oh, no, she won't," the bad boy said; "she doesn't care for that! She doesn't mind such little things, for she is on your hat!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 51. WILLOWWOOD (3) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 144 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN COME UNTO ME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SHE LOOKS BEYOND TO-MORROW by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 2. OF GRATITUDE by WILLIAM BASSE |