ONCE I knew a fine song, -- It is true, believe me, -- It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket, Heavens! they all flew away. I cried, "Come back, Little Thought!" But they only laughed. They flew on Until they were as sand Thrown between me and the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: PROEM by ALFRED TENNYSON RIDE NOT TOO FAST WITH BEAUTY by ELSIE TWINING ABBOTT ON VENUS ARISING FROM THE SEA by ANTIPATER OF SIDON MOONLIGHT by MARGUERITE ATTERBURY A SONG OF APPLE-GATHERING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: SATURDAY by JOHN BYROM |