I have climbed to the nests of your marvelous weaving
And looked at the dainty eggs guarded within,
I have watched your young birdlings their cozy homes leaving
New homes in the world for themselves to begin.
And looked at the dainty eggs guarded within,
I have watched your young birdlings their cozy homes leaving
New homes in the world for themselves to begin.
I have wondered if on your own native sea-islands
You are happier, lovelier, brighter than here;
You are charming enough in our own mossy woodland
And the charms of your music cannot be more dear.
You are happier, lovelier, brighter than here;
You are charming enough in our own mossy woodland
And the charms of your music cannot be more dear.
When away from my home and the haunts of my childhood,
Sweet memory paints you in lines of delight,
So real, I seem in my own leafy wild-wood
Where the song of the bird and the brooklet unite.
Sweet memory paints you in lines of delight,
So real, I seem in my own leafy wild-wood
Where the song of the bird and the brooklet unite.
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