| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 24. Rest |
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| ON me to rest, my bird, my bird: | |
| The swaying branches of my heart | |
| Are blown by every wind toward | |
| The home whereto their wings depart. | |
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| Build not your nest, my bird, on me; | 5 |
| I know no peace but ever sway: | |
| O lovely bird, be free, be free, | |
| On the wild music of the day. | |
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| But sometimes when your wings would rest, | |
| And winds are laid on quiet eves: | 10 |
| Come, I will bear you breast to breast, | |
| And lap you close with loving leaves. | |
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