Sleepy Bird-Talk
A pale light is pinned to the hill;
There is blur of sleepy bird-talk:
Little complaints stifled, little queries twittering still—
Then the night like a hawk.
Your mind was elsewhere. I said
They are snuggling down—the birds
Are snuggling down. . . . You are not listening; your head
Hums with lovelier words.
There is blur of sleepy bird-talk:
Little complaints stifled, little queries twittering still—
Then the night like a hawk.
Your mind was elsewhere. I said
They are snuggling down—the birds
Are snuggling down. . . . You are not listening; your head
Hums with lovelier words.
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