NEST EGGS

While we stand watching her,
Staring like gabies,

Safe in each egg are the
Bird’s little babies.

Soon the frail eggs they shall
Chip, and upspringing

Make all the April woods
Merry with singing.

Younger than we are,
O children, and frailer,
Soon in blue air they'll be,
Singer and sailor.

We, so much older,
Taller and stronger,

We shall look down on the
Birdies no longer.

 

They shall go flying
With musical speeches
High overhead in the
Tops of the beeches.
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