ON me to rest, my bird, my bird: The swaying branches of my heart Are blown by every wind toward The home whereto their wings depart. Build not your nest, my bird, on me; I know no peace but ever sway: O lovely bird, be free, be free, On the wild music of the day. But sometimes when your wings would rest, And winds are laid on quiet eves: Come, I will bear you breast to breast, And lap you close with loving leaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEROIC LOVE by JAMES GRAHAM (1612-1650) THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE INDIAN NAMES by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY DAFFODILS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE ENGINE AGAIN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BALLADE OF THE FOREST HAUNTERS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE WOULD YOU RETURN? by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |