@3Her Word@1 One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the birds come round the house To seem to say good-bye; Or care so much when they come back With whatever it is they sing; The truth being we are as much Too glad for the one thing As we are too sad for the other here -- With birds that fill their breasts But with each other and themselves And their built or driven nests. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE SONNET: 10. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY by JOHN MILTON HARMONIE DU SOIR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 41. BEATUS QUI INTELLIGIT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EPITAPH ON LEVI LINCOLN THAXTER; INSCRIBED ON A ROCK ABOVE THE GRAVE by ROBERT BROWNING |