Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)

Wing-Sprouts

    It happens when the birds go by
      And leave you far behind;
    And you flutter, till you ache
      All around your mind.--
            Like a Flag,
            Like a Flag
      Flapping at the wind!

    It happens when you catch the hills
      As blue as yesterday;
    You hold your heart in both your hands,
      Or it would fly away.
            Yes, it would!
            Yes, it would!
      Away--away--away!

    It makes your heart into a Bird
      That darts, and leaps, and sings.
    --Oh, feel my pinafore, high up!--
      Oh, do you think it's Wings?
            Do you think--
            Do you think--
      Oh, couldn't it be Wings?

1. Polite Visitor
2. Little Side-Streets
3. Thunder-Storms
4. Candle-Light
5. A Changeling Grateful

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1590

Последние стихотворения

To English version