A tender-hearted maiden, in the latest fashion dressed, Rebuked a wicked urchin who was bearing off a nest: "Fie! Fie! You cruel fellow! What? Nest, and eggs, and all? I think I hear the mother-bird in yonder thicket call. I think I see her pretty breast a-tremble like a leaf. Put back the nest, you naughty boy, or she will die of grief!" "Oh, no, she won't," the bad boy said; "she doesn't care for that! She doesn't mind such little things, for she is on your hat!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAMELOPARD by HILAIRE BELLOC THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |