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Last Line: This bosom will be cold!
Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, Isaac
Subject(s): Birds; Love - Complaints; Home; Farewell


For blither fields and braver bowers
The little bird, in Spring,
Quits its old tree and wintry hold,
With wanton mates to sing;
And yet a while that wintry home
To branch and twig may cling ;
But wayward blast, or truant boy,
May rend it soon away,
And scatter to the heedless winds
The toil of many a day ''"
And where, when Winter comes, shall then
The bird its poor head lay I
The moss, the down, the twisted grass,

The slender wands that bound
The dear warm nest, are parted now,
Or scattered far around ''"
Belike the woodman's axe hath felled
The old tree to the ground !
And now keen Winter's wreathing snows
O'er frozen Nature lie ''"
The sun forgets to warm the earth,
Forgets to light the sky ;
I fear me lest the wandering bird
May, houseless, shivering, die!

Forgive me, Helen ''" thou art free
To keep, or quit, the nest
I built for thee, and sheltered in
The foliage of my breast,
And fenced so well none other might
Be harbour'd there as guest.
Flee if thou wilt ''" if other love
Thy fickle heart enfold,
Thou'rt free to rove where fancy waves
Her wand of fairy gold ''"
But Helen, ere thou canst return,
This bosom will be cold!





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