What does a bird in Cross's air, When it flies up to the Lamb near, When round the Lamb it moves and sings. And claps the @3Ave@1 with its wings? Dear hearts! look, look and see, The little bird finds presently Its nest in the dear cavity, From whence the Church was dug. Within the hole, where blood casts rays, The bird itself entangled has; And round the castle of the side Are wound-swans in the canal wide; There learns the little piper In th' hole to be a dipper. My heart with joy, with joy abounds, I've found the ocean of the wounds; There I'm a little dove, a fish, There is my bed, table and dish, and all things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |