Rest

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.

Build not your nest, my bird on me

I know no peace but ever sway,

Oh lovely bird, be free be free

On the wild music of the day.

But sometimes, when your wings would rest

And winds are laid on quiet eves

Come, I will bear you, breast to breast

And lap you close with loving leaves.