What does a bird in Cross's air, When it flies up to the Lamb near, When round the Lamb it moves and sings. And claps the @3Ave@1 with its wings? Dear hearts! look, look and see, The little bird finds presently Its nest in the dear cavity, From whence the Church was dug. Within the hole, where blood casts rays, The bird itself entangled has; And round the castle of the side Are wound-swans in the canal wide; There learns the little piper In th' hole to be a dipper. My heart with joy, with joy abounds, I've found the ocean of the wounds; There I'm a little dove, a fish, There is my bed, table and dish, and all things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: ANTON SOSNOWSKI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |