A Young Thrush
| A Young Thrush
written by William Henry Davies
|From "Ambition", 1929||Link to further information|
What power of will - to follow now,
In this cold hour of fear,
His studies in dead sticks and stones,
With all this danger near!
So here we stand with breathless looks,
As figures made of stone;
Till knowing that the poor thing's heart
Beats faster than my own,
I, creeping backward, silently,
Am happy to be gone.
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