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IN OUR NEST.
Low in our nest my bird and I
Cower together, and watch the sky;
Many a cloud on pinions fair
Hovers and floats through the higher air;
Many a bird from earth upsprings
Rapt in the wild free joy of wings—
Low in our nest my bird and I
Look and let them all go by.
Cower together, and watch the sky;
Many a cloud on pinions fair
Hovers and floats through the higher air;
Many a bird from earth upsprings
Rapt in the wild free joy of wings—
Low in our nest my bird and I
Look and let them all go by.
Now from their summer nests are driven
Ruthlessly all the winds of heaven;
Whispering low or blustering loud
Past they go, the noisy crowd:
Sorrow for summer, hope of spring—
That is the sum of their murmuring—
Low in our nest my bird and I
Listen and let the winds go by.
Ruthlessly all the winds of heaven;
Whispering low or blustering loud
Past they go, the noisy crowd:
Sorrow for summer, hope of spring—
That is the sum of their murmuring—
Low in our nest my bird and I
Listen and let the winds go by.
Low in the lap of a favoured vale,
Nor winter's hate nor winter's hail
Reaches our nest so soft and warm,
Where sleeps my baby on my arm.
Still untouched by the skirt of Time
Are the blossoms of love that o'er it climb—
Low in our nest my bird and I
Rest and let the world go by!
Nor winter's hate nor winter's hail
Reaches our nest so soft and warm,
Where sleeps my baby on my arm.
Still untouched by the skirt of Time
Are the blossoms of love that o'er it climb—
Low in our nest my bird and I
Rest and let the world go by!
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