THE NEST
Reading edition
I
Oh, is there room at your feet, dear one? And is there room at your side? And can you hear the sound of my breath And sorrow that cries like a tide?
II
Oh, may I take your hand, dear one, As the nest enfolds the bird, Lie close to your heart and breast to breast And never a spoken word?
III
What then if the stars be gone, dear one, What then if the wind be still, And words that we spoke long years ago Drift pale and faint and chill?
IV
Our dust shall be warmed by the sun, dear one, Our grief shall fade with the snow; And mingled in spring by sun and rain Our love to a flower blow.
V
Oh, is there room at your feet, dear one? And is there room at your side? And can you hear the sound of my breath And sorrow that cries like a tide?