Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden of Verses. Garden Days. 2. Nest Eggs

Birds all the summer day
    Flutter and quarrel 
Here in the arbour-like
    Tent of the laurel.

Here in the fork
    The brown nest is seated; 
For little blue eggs
    The mother keeps heated.

While we stand watching her
    Staring like gabies, 
Safe in each egg are the
    Bird's little babies.

Soon the frail eggs they shall
    Chip, and upspringing 
Make all the April woods
    Merry with singing.

Younger than we are,
    O children, and frailer, 
Soon in the blue air they'll be,
    Singer and sailor.

We, so much older,
    Taller and stronger, 
We shall look down on the
    Birdies no longer.

They shall go flying
    With musical speeches 
High overhead in the
    Tops of the beeches.

In spite of our wisdom
    And sensible talking, 
We on our feet must go
    Plodding and walking.

1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
2. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
3. Voluntary
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 28. To an Island Princess
5. My Body which My Dungeon Is

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