“When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or any bird in song; And common leaves that hum all day Without a throat or tongue. And when Time strikes the hour for sleep, Back in my room alone, My heart has many a sweet bird's song - And one that's all my own.” HeartTwoEyeSpiritSongBornHoursMy OwnSleepRoomsCommonClearSweetMy HeartSummerSingingBirdTongueStrikesThroatCuckoosBlackbirdsThrush Author:W. H. Davies
“Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground; That chase their tails, like silly dogs, As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their summer glory, when these leaves Caught the great Sun in their strong net; And made him, in the lower air, Tremble - no bigger than a star!” LittlesMadeStrongStarsForgetCommonSunAirTreeDogBrokenSummerGloryBiggerRoundsWinterCaughtSillyTailsCommon Ground Author:W. H. Davies
