written by William Henry Davies
|From "My Birds", 1933||Link to further information|
How many years since I, a wandering man,
Sat at a forest fire, for warmth and light!
With but one mate, a bird unseen, and strange
That kept on crying, all the livelong night -
'Aye! . . . Aye! . . . Aye!'
Though times are changed, and different fires are mine,
Yet if that strange, wild bird could but restore
The youth I lost when in his forest glade -
Would I not come again in rags, and poor?
'Aye . . . Aye . . . Aye.'
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