- Nest Eggs
- By: Robert Louis Stevenson
- Birds all the summer day
- Flutter and quarrel
- Here in the arbour-like
- Tent of the laurel.
- Here in the fork
- The brown nest is seated;
- For little blue eggs
- The mother keeps heated.
- While we stand watching her
- Staring like gabies,
- Safe in each egg are the
- Bird's little babies.
- Soon the frail eggs they shall
- Chip, and upspringing
- Make all the April woods
- Merry with singing.
- Younger than we are,
- O children, and frailer,
- Soon in the blue air they'll be,
- Singer and sailor.
- We, so much older,
- Taller and stronger,
- We shall look down on the
- Birdies no longer.
- They shall go flying
- With musical speeches
- High overhead in the
- Tops of the beeches.
- In spite of our wisdom
- And sensible talking,
- We on our feet must go
- Plodding and walking.
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Loved watching these little robins hatch and grow on your blog! They grow so fast! How thankful are we to have our babies with us so much longer! ;)
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