I HEARD in the night the pigeons <br />Stirring within their nest: <br />The wild pigeons' stir was tender, <br />Like a child's hand at the breast. <br /> <br />I cried 'O stir no more! <br />(My breast was touched with tears). <br />O pigeons, make no stir <br />A childless woman hears.'<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-child/
