Soft little hush songs heard in the night, Young birds practising songs in their sleep, Old birds dreaming of sunshiny flight, Sweep, pe-e-p, sweep! Daintiest fragments of daylight song Drift through my window out of the dark, Drift through my window all the night long, Hark, che-e-e, hark! Lying I listen and take to my soul Fine little lessons of hope and of cheer, Darkness and daylight one beautiful whole, Hear, swe-e-et, hear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |