THE SPARROW'S NEST
Written in the Orchard, Town-end, Grasmere. At the end of the
garden of my father's house at Cockermouth was a high terrace that
commanded a fine view of the river Derwent and Cockermouth Castle.
This was our favourite play-ground. The terrace-wall, a low one,
was covered with closely-clipt privet and roses, which gave an
almost impervious shelter to birds that built their nests there.
The latter of these stanzas alludes to one of those nests.
BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.
I started--seeming to espy
The home and sheltered bed,
The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by
My Father's house, in wet and dry
My sister Emmeline and I
She looked at it and seemed to fear it;
Dreading, tho' wishing, to be near it:
Such heart was in her, being then
A little Prattler among men.
The Blessing of my later years
Was with me when a boy:
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love, and thought, and joy.