I <br />I cling and swing <br />On a branch, or sing <br />Through the cool, clear hush of Morning, O! <br />Or fling my wing <br />On the air, and bring <br />To sleepier birds a warning, O! <br />That the night's in flight, <br />And the sun's in sight, <br />And the dew is the grass adorning, O! <br />And the green leaves swing <br />As I sing, sing, sing, <br />Up by the river, <br />Down the dell, <br />To the little wee nest, <br />Where the big tree fell, <br />So early in the morning, O! <br /> <br />II <br />I flit and twit <br />In the sun for a bit <br />When his light so bright is shining, O! <br />Or sit and fit <br />My plumes, or knit <br />Straw plaits for the nest's nice lining, O! <br />And she with glee <br />Shows unto me <br />Underneath her wings reclining, O! <br /> <br />And I sing that Peg <br />Has an egg, egg, egg, <br />Up by the oat-field, <br />Round by the mill, <br />Past the meadow, <br />Down the hill, <br />So early in the morning, O! <br /> <br />III <br />I stoop and swoop <br />On the air, or loop <br />Through the trees, and then go soaring, O! <br />To group with a troop <br />On the gusty poop <br />While the wind behind is roaring, O! <br />I skim and swim <br />By a cloud's red rim <br />And up to the azure flooring, O! <br />And my wide wings drip <br />As I slip, slip, slip, <br />Down through the rain-drops, <br />Back where Peg <br />Broods in the nest <br />On the little white egg, <br />So early in the morning, O!<br /><br />James Stephens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fifteen-acres/
