The Nest

Florence Earle Coates (1850–1927)

Poems — Volume I

GLAD is the grove with light,And the glen is song-caressed,But longing comes ere nightFor the one, dear nest!

Far fields may seem more fair,And distant hills more blue,—Still claims that nest my careIn the dawn—in the dew;

For though the wild may wooMy wing to many a quest,Sweet in the dawn and the dewAre home and rest!