GAY the little plover flew Swooping up the morning blue, Singing in the light: "Praise the bounteousness of God! See how green is every clod, See how heaven is bright! "On the heath I have a nest, Where my little babies rest, Waiting me at home; Them my mother-love supplies Tender worms and pretty flies, When once more I come." Home the little plover sped (Radiant shone the sun o'erhead, Sweet earth's flowery floor) Laden sought her nestlings small -- But the crows had crunched them all Half an hour before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY by WALT WHITMAN INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE |