Poems (Holley)/Too Low
TOO LOW.
"My house is thatched with violet leaves. And paved with daisies fine,Scarlet berries droop over its caves, Tall grasses round it shine;With softest down I have lined my nest,Securely now will I sit and rest.
"When their wings break from their silvery shell, Touched by my tender care,Here shall my little ones safely dwell, Little ones soft and fair;Some summer morn they shall try their wingsWhile their father sits by my side and sings."
Hard by, just over the streamlet's edge A great rock towered in might,High up, half hidden in moss and sedge, Were safe little nooks and bright;Ah well for the bird with her tender breast,Had she flown to the rock to build her nest!
Poor bird, she built her nest too low; Alas! for the bird, alas! That she chose that spot to her woe In the low dewy grass;For the reaper came with his gleaming blade.Alas for love in the violet shade!