O LITTLE brown bird in the rain, <br />In the sweet rain of spring, <br />How you carry the youth of the world <br />In the bend of your wing! <br />For you the long day is for song <br />And the night is for sleep-- <br />With never a sunrise too soon <br />Or a midnight too deep! <br /> <br />For you every pool is the sky, <br />Breaking clouds chasing through,-- <br />A heaven so instant and near <br />That you bathe in its blue!-- <br />And yours is the freedom to rise <br />To some song-haunted star <br />Or sink on soft wing to the wood <br />Where your brown nestlings are. <br /> <br />So busy, so strong and so glad, <br />So care-free and young, <br />So tingling with life to be lived <br />And with songs to be sung, <br />O little brown bird!--with your heart <br />That's the heart of the Spring-- <br />How you carry the hope of the world <br />In the bend of your wing!<br /><br />Isabel Ecclestone Mackay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-brown-bird-2/
