by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

The Wren
Language: English 
A wren just under my window
has suddenly, sweetly sung;
He woke me from my slumbers
With his sweet shrill tongue.

It was so very early,
The dew-drops were not dry,
And pearly cloudlets floated
Across the rosy sky

His nest is in the ivy
Where his little wife sits all day,
And by her side he sings to her
And never flies far away.


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Researcher for this text: Joanna Lonergan

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 65