Author Mary Austin I come more softly than a bird, And lovely as a flower; I sometimes last from year to year And sometimes but an hour. I stop the swiftest railroad train Or break the stoutest tree. And yet I am afraid of fire And children play with me. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments