Because you have no fear to mingle <br />Wings with those of greater part, <br />So like me, with song I single <br />Your sweet impudence of heart. <br /> <br />And when prouder feathers go where <br />Summer holds her leafy show, <br />You still come to us from nowhere <br />Like grey leaves across the snow. <br /> <br />In back ways where odd and end go <br />To your meals you drop down sure, <br />Knowing every broken window <br />Of the hospitable poor. <br /> <br />There is no bird half so harmless, <br />None so sweetly rude as you, <br />None so common and so charmless, <br />None of virtues nude as you. <br /> <br />But for all your faults I love you, <br />For you linger with us still, <br />Though the wintry winds reprove you <br />And the snow is on the hill.<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-sparrow/
