GAY the little plover flew Swooping up the morning blue, Singing in the light: "Praise the bounteousness of God! See how green is every clod, See how heaven is bright! "On the heath I have a nest, Where my little babies rest, Waiting me at home; Them my mother-love supplies Tender worms and pretty flies, When once more I come." Home the little plover sped (Radiant shone the sun o'erhead, Sweet earth's flowery floor) Laden sought her nestlings small -- But the crows had crunched them all Half an hour before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG SIC VITA by HENRY KING (1592-1669) THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 39. WON BY SUBTILTY by PHILIP AYRES THE PRAYSE OF LADY PECUNIA by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY |