Tree with a Bird in it — A Young Girl to a Young Bird by Mary Carolyn Davies

A YOUNG GIRL TO A YOUNG BIRD

When one is young, you know, then one can sing Of anything: One is so young--so pleasurably so-- How can one know If God made little apples, or yet pears, Or ...

if God cares?

You are young, maybe, Grackle; that is why I want to cry Seeing you watch the poems that I say To-night, to-day ...

This little boy-bird seems to nod to me With sympathy: He is so young: it must be that is why ...

_As young as I!

_ _Marguerite Wilkinson_ (Advancing with sedate courtesy in a long-sleeved, high-necked lecture costume.

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