A bird on sudden, as I write...

A bird on sudden, as I write, Through open door in eager flight Seeks refuge from a falcon's talons, Upon my breast, in its fearful plight.

Slight bird and dark in olive green, With yellow throat, thy living sheen Doth come and go with thy heart's throbbing,— Safe, safe art thou from his talons keen!

I am as God to thee, poor thing! Now take thee to thy heaven and sing A virelay for thy deliverance, Sweet vireo of the olive wing!