FEAR not to trust her destiny with me: I can remember, in my early youth, Wandering amid our old ancestral woods, I found an unfledged dove upon the ground. I took the callow creature to my care, And fain had given it to its nest again: That could not be, and so I made its home In my affection, and my constant care. I made its cage of osier-boughs, and hung A wreath of early leaves and woodland flowers: I hung it in the sun; and, when the wind Blew from the cold and bitter east, 'twas screen'd With care that never knew forgetfulness. I loved it, for I petted it, and knew Its sole dependence was upon my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASOLANDO: NOW by ROBERT BROWNING SONG, FR. THE LOVER'S PROGRESS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT BLEUE MAISON by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN AN AEROPLANE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE SONG OF THE ELEMENTS by MARY ANN BROWNE |