A summer's morning that has but one voice;
Five hundred stocks, like golden lovers, lean
Their heads together, in their quiet way,
And but one bird sings, of a number seen.
It is the lark, that louder, louder sings,
As though but this one thought possessed his mind:
'You silent robin, blackbird, thrush, and finch,
I'll sing enough for all you lazy kind!'
And when I hear him at this daring task,
'Peace, little bird,' I say, 'and take some rest;
Stop that wild, screaming fire of angry song,
Before it makes a coffin of your nest.'
A Bird's Anger
William Henry Davies
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Poem topics: fire, peace, song, summer, together, voice, wild, hear, mind, morning, silent, angry, golden, quiet, thought, bird, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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