Emptied Nest
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
- unfettered, unfeathered of sleepy tawny heads
grown captive to the wildness whence
they came.
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
with memorabilia that bestow a
private fame.
Rooms I pass ask if all is well and
done and said.
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
- unfettered, unfeathered of sleepy tawny heads.
~ LCMH
(Opening line is taken from "This Lime-tree Bower my Prison" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.)
(Opening line is taken from "This Lime-tree Bower my Prison" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.)
