Poems (Chitwood)/The Bird's Nest Empty
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THE BIRD'S NEST EMPTY."There are no birds in last year's nest."
'Twas fashioned in the spring-time hours,
What time May roses were in bloom;
How often, with the breath of flowers
Came sweet song-snatches to my room.
The birds are gone—the empty nest
Is wet with cold autumnal rain;
No more each fluttering little breast
Shall nestle in its moss again.
What time May roses were in bloom;
How often, with the breath of flowers
Came sweet song-snatches to my room.
The birds are gone—the empty nest
Is wet with cold autumnal rain;
No more each fluttering little breast
Shall nestle in its moss again.
My heart is like that nest, to-night,
So cold, and empty, and bereft;
My bird of love hath taken flight—
I've nothing now but memory left.
Oh, empty heart! forsaken nest!
Cold tears fall like the Autumn rain;
Within you never more shall rest
Your sweet flown birds of song again.
So cold, and empty, and bereft;
My bird of love hath taken flight—
I've nothing now but memory left.
Oh, empty heart! forsaken nest!
Cold tears fall like the Autumn rain;
Within you never more shall rest
Your sweet flown birds of song again.