ALL architecture done, And housekeeping begun, The mother warms with joy Her coming maid or boy. Her husband in a tree Pours out his heart in glee, And tells the evening star How blue his treasures are. Crescendos of delight From blackthorn take their flight, And then the calmer stress Of whispered loveliness. His wife so meek is pent Within the leafy tent, And God instructs her breast To linger on the nest. At last in tangled quick There cries the sudden chick; Within the maze of thorn To birds a son is born! With baby chirp and cheep Three other children peep. O commonwealth of bills For unimagined trills, Old Time shall bring you up Together in a cup! And then in season due Shall sons be born to you! So Spring next year shall fledge The infants of the hedge; These very stars shall look On love's unfingered nook. With fatherly delight The bird shall thrill the night; To mound and mead be lent The voices of content. If every human nest Contained so pure a breast, If every husband gave To home the merry stave, Methinks that life would pass More sweet for lad and lass, And, piercing deeps of blue, God's smile come radiant through. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY THE LAST LEAF by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM JONAH'S SONG, FR. MOBY DICK by HERMAN MELVILLE A PRESENCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON |