If you would happy company win, <br />Dangle a palm-nut from a tree, <br />Idly in green to sway and spin, <br />Its snow-pulped kernel for bait; and see, <br />A nimble titmouse enter in. <br /> <br />Out of earth's vast unknown of air, <br />Out of all summer, from wave to wave, <br />He'll perch, and prank his feathers fair, <br />Jangle a glass-clear wildering stave, <br />And take his commons there — <br /> <br />This tiny son of life; this spright, <br />By momentary Human sought, <br />Plume will his wing in the dappling light, <br />Clash timbrel shrill and gay — <br />And into time's enormous nought, <br />Sweet-fed, will flit away.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-titmouse/
