Tuesday, January 31, 2017

THE NEST, a poem

GLAD is the grove with light,
     And the glen is song-caressed,
But longing comes ere night
     For the one, dear nest!

Far fields may seem more fair,
     And distant hills more blue,—
Still claims that nest my care
     In the dawn—in the dew;

For though the wild may woo
     My wing to many a quest,
Sweet in the dawn and the dew
     Are home and rest!
"The Nest" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Scribner's Magazine (January 1915) and Poems (1916) Volume I.

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