The Mother Bird Poem by Walter de la Mare

The Mother Bird

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Through the green twilight of a hedge
I peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed,
And spied a bird upon a nest:
Two eyes she had beseeching me
Meekly and brave, and her brown breast
Throbb'd hot and quick above her heart;
And then she oped her dagger bill, -
'Twas not a chirp, as sparrows pipe
At break of day; 'twas not a trill,
As falters through the quiet even;
But one sharp solitary note,
One desperate, fierce, and vivid cry
Of valiant tears, and hopeless joy,
One passionate note of victory:
Off, like a fool afraid, I sneaked,
Smiling the smile the fool smiles best,
At the mother bird in the secret hedge
Patient upon her lonely nest.

Friday, October 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: bird,mother
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruta Mohapatra 10 July 2018

' Patient upon her lonely nest'........A little sad! Perhaps the mother has lost its eggs!

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The Bob 15 January 2018

SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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Mark Bell 23 October 2015

Painted a lovely picture With words Like this poetry

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