ON A LITTLE BIRD
Here lies a little bird.
Once all day long
In Martha's house was heard
His rippling song.
Tread lightly where he lies
Beneath this stone
With nerveless wings, closed eyes,
And sweet voice gone.
Martin Armstrong
104
Here lies a little bird.
Once all day long
In Martha's house was heard
His rippling song.
Tread lightly where he lies
Beneath this stone
With nerveless wings, closed eyes,
And sweet voice gone.
Martin Armstrong
104