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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 and Poet Analyses!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 ATTUNED by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |
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