Nor hear their songs. Only the City sparrow
Chirps bravely and as cheerily as they,
Although his home is very far away.
He chirps of lanes, of far-off country places
(This is the sparrows' story that I'm telling);
Long, long ago they lived in sweet wide spaces;
Their homes were in the hedges, gay, green-smelling;
The people, though, came citywards to dwell;
"Then we," the sparrows said, "must go as well.
"Yes, we're the birds to go, for all our brothers