A Child's Garden of Verses (1885)
Robert Louis Stevenson

Nest Eggs

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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