Sweet Child

Sweet Child written by William Henry Davies

From "The Bird of Paradise", 1914

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Sweet child, thou wast my bird by day,
  My bird that never failed in song;
That on my bosom wast a bee,
  And layst there all night long:

No more I'll hear thy voice at noon,
  For Death has pierced thee with a thorn;
No more thou'lt sleep upon my breast,
  And trample it at morn.

Then break, oh break, poor empty cage,
  The bird is dead, thy use is done;
And die, poor plant, for your sweet bee
  Is gone, for ever gone.

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