Poems (Chitwood)/The Bird's Nest Empty

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THE BIRD'S NEST EMPTY. "There are no birds in last year's nest."
'Twas fashioned in the spring-time hours, What time May roses were in bloom;How often, with the breath of flowers Came sweet song-snatches to my room.The birds are gone—the empty nest Is wet with cold autumnal rain;No more each fluttering little breast Shall nestle in its moss again.
My heart is like that nest, to-night, So cold, and empty, and bereft;My bird of love hath taken flight— I've nothing now but memory left.Oh, empty heart! forsaken nest! Cold tears fall like the Autumn rain;Within you never more shall rest Your sweet flown birds of song again.

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