Saturday, November 7, 2009

Quite empty, quite at rest,



Quite empty, quite at rest,
The Robin locks her Nest, and tries her Wings —
She does not know a Route
But puts her Craft about
For rumored springs —
She does not ask for Noon —
She does not ask for Boon —
Crumbles and homeless, of but one request —
The Birds she lost —



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