Poor fluttered, frightened, silent one! If we had seen your nest of clay, We should have passed it, would have gone, Nor frightened you away. Are others too must guard a nest From hawk, and kite, and secret foe, And that despair is in their breast Which you this moment know. Shield the nests where'er they be! In the house, or in the tree! Guard the poor from treachery! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE TWO VOICES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |