With swelling joy, Tight folded buds that yield their flowers When bidden by the sun; The maple bough With fondly-guarded, swaying nest Till fledglings' faring-forth; With confidence, The hidden heart-throb's sheltered care Till it can beat alone; And marvel at The Infinite's unfolding plan Of endless love and growth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |