OH! I wish i were a tiny brown bird from out the south Settled among the alder-bolts, and twittering by the stream; I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth, And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream. I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky, And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cozy nest; And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die, With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD TO THE NIGHTINGALE by JOHN MILTON INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 1 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WIND OF SUMMER by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY HE WONDERS WHETHER TO PRAISE OR TO BLAME HER by RUPERT BROOKE |