In the green boughs on the tree-top There's a nest so snug and warm; In it lies a little birdie, Safe in sunshine, safe in storm. And the wind blows through the branches, Rocks the cradle to and fro; Happy birdie, chirping, chirping, Danger birdie cannot know. See! the birght leaves hang in clusters, Curtains these for birdie are; And they guard him while he's sleeping, When his parents are afar. At eve the birdie's gentle mother Hovers o'er the cozy nest, Warbling, singing, oh so sweetly! Till her loved one is at rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB |