Love is a little trembling bird, Ready to fly if the air be stirred By the chilling breath of a bitter word. But warm and nourished it will sing With pulsing throat and fluttering wing Till the world breaks into blossoming. It will sing in your heart your whole life long; And nothing will ever be quite so strong, Nor half so beautiful as its song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |