 | Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne |  |
THE NEST.
At the poet's life-core lying
Is a sheltered and sacred nest,
Where, as yet, unfledged for flying,
His callow fancies rest:
Is a sheltered and sacred nest,
Where, as yet, unfledged for flying,
His callow fancies rest:
Fancies, and thoughts, and feelings,
Which the mother Psyche breeds,
And passions whose dim revealings
But torture their hungry needs.
Which the mother Psyche breeds,
And passions whose dim revealings
But torture their hungry needs.
Yet,—there cometh a summer splendor
When the golden brood wax strong,
And, with voices grand or tender,
They rise to the heaven of song.
When the golden brood wax strong,
And, with voices grand or tender,
They rise to the heaven of song.
| Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | |