Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE NEST, by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX Poet's Biography First Line: This eve I left the flocks to stray and crop the grass with no one by Last Line: Believe you were a little saint just changed to child from angelhood! Alternate Author Name(s): Brizeux, Auguste Subject(s): Birds' Nests; Children; Eggs; Childhood | ||||||||
THIS eve I left the flocks to stray and crop the grass with no one by Because she so desired a nest, that little lass as old as I. I bore my treasure home: a nest the tiny finches fashion deft, As firm as ever mason wrought, as soft as ever weaver weft. The outer rim was like a wall built high, with creeping mosses clad, And all within was down and wool so fine and soft, O happy lad! How light the little eggs I hold! They'll make a necklace you shall wear Together threaded, little Anne, with strands from out your golden hair. If I could slip it o'er the cap you wear on Sundays, people would Believe you were a little saint just changed to child from angelhood! | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE |
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