Poor, little, pretty, fluttering thing, <br />Must we no longer live together? <br />And dost thou prune thy trembling wing, <br />To take thy flight thou know'st not whither? <br />Thy humorous vein, thy pleasing folly, <br />Lies all neglected, all forgot: <br />And pensive, wavering, melancholy, <br />Thou dread'st and hop'st thou know'st not what.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dying-adrian-to-his-soul/
