Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/Two Mourners

by Clarence Hawkes

TWO MOURNERS

My golden robin built his nest
 Upon a shady linden tree,
 Then sought afar o'er wood and lea
And found the bird he loved the best.

I built a cottage for my guest,
 A little maid who cared for me,
 And there we lived so happily,
Her golden head upon my breast.

The wind grew wroth one summer night
 And tost the nestlings from the tree,
 And wrecked my cottage by the sea,
And crushed the flower of my delight;—
 Another nest fronts wind and rain,
 But I shall never build again.