As sign before a playhouse serves
A giant Lyre, ornately gilded,
On whose convenient coignes and curves
The pert brown sparrows late have builded.
They flit, and flirt, and prune their wings,
Not awed at all by golden glitter,
And make among the silent strings
Their satisfied ephemeral twitter.
Ah, somewhat so we perch and flit,
And spy some crumb and dash to win it,
And with a witty chirping twit
Our sheltering Time—there’s nothing in it!
In Life’s large frame, a glorious Lyre’s,
We nest, content, our season flighty,
Nor guess we brush the powerful wires
Might witch the stars with music mighty.
(Helen Gray Cone)
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