For Every Bird A Nest
Emily Dickinson
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round— Wherefore when boughs are free— Households in every tree— Pilgrim be found? Perhaps a home too high— Ah Aristocracy! The little Wren desires— Perhaps of twig so fine— Of twine e’en superfine, Her pride aspires— The Lark is not ashamed To build upon the ground Her modest house— Yet who of all the throng Dancing around the sun Does so rejoice?
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