29.12.2010, 18:47
THE STARLING,
Or Nest-talk and Fear-talk.
Poor bird ! why with such energy reprove
My presence ? why that tone which pines and grieves ?
At early dawn, thy sweet voice from the eaves
Hath gone between us oft, a voice of love,
A bond of peace. Why should I ever plot
Thy ruin, or thy fond affections baulk ?
Dost thou not send me down thy happy talk
Even to my pillow, though thou seest me not ?
How should I harm thee ? yet thy timid eye
Is on me, and a harsh re]:>uke succeeds ;
Not like the tender brooding note that pleads
Thy cause so well, so all- unconsciously;
Yet shall to-morrow's dawning hear thy strain
Renewed, and knit our indoor bond again.
Or Nest-talk and Fear-talk.
Poor bird ! why with such energy reprove
My presence ? why that tone which pines and grieves ?
At early dawn, thy sweet voice from the eaves
Hath gone between us oft, a voice of love,
A bond of peace. Why should I ever plot
Thy ruin, or thy fond affections baulk ?
Dost thou not send me down thy happy talk
Even to my pillow, though thou seest me not ?
How should I harm thee ? yet thy timid eye
Is on me, and a harsh re]:>uke succeeds ;
Not like the tender brooding note that pleads
Thy cause so well, so all- unconsciously;
Yet shall to-morrow's dawning hear thy strain
Renewed, and knit our indoor bond again.