The Titmouse
If you would happy company win, Dangle a palm-nut from a tree, Idly in green to sway and spin, Its snow-pulped kernel for bait; and see, A nimble titmouse enter in. Out of earth's vast unknown of air, Out of all summer, from wave to wave, He'll perch, and prank his feathers fair, Jangle a glass-clear wildering stave, And take his commons there, This tiny son of life; this spright, By momentary Human sought, Plume will his wing in the dappling light, Clash timbrel shrill and gay, And into time's enormous nought, Sweet-fed, will flit away.
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"If you would happy company win,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "The Titmouse"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...