Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
![]() |
![]() |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. | XV.
THE NEST. |
![]() | XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXVIII. |
XXIX. |
XXX. |
XXXI. |
XXXII. |
XXXIII. |
XXXIV. |
XXXV. |
XXXVI. |
XXXVII. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() | Mundi et Cordis | ![]() |
45
XV. THE NEST.
In a sun-excluding thicket—Laurel, fir, arbutus, rose—
Where the cherup of the cricket
Rang at night and even-close;
And at early morn and noon
Piped the chaffinch joyously—
To his mate each song a boon
Dear as human poesy
Unto human thought—as far
In its green elysium hidden
As in purple clouds a star,
In love's heart a wish forbidden—
Hung the litle woven nest
Of some teeming warbler's rest:
Based upon two laurel sprays—
Emerald moss for its foundation;
Hair, enwreathed in subtle ways,
And, above, the implication
Of white wool and bosom-feather,
Matted in a round together:
46
Lined the winged creature's lair;
Laurels were its tapestry;
Roses strew'd their leaves beneath;
Storms broke o'er it harmlessly;
And the summer's perfumed breath
Round it crept in warmth and balm;
And the morn and even calm,
Gliding its green curtains through,
Hung them all with silver dew!
![]() | Mundi et Cordis | ![]() |