O Sparrow, sparrow, did you ever try
To build a nest high up where no birds are,
And close unto a star,
Where it might cling and hear the wind go by?
For that did I!
And far and far I flew along the quest,
For shelter, and I passed the summer rain,
I saw the daylight wane;
I found among the stars no place of rest,
And built no nest.
Down to the Earth again with baffled wings,
The warm green earth where such as we must stay.
But all the livelong day,
High over heaven my dream nest clings and swings,
And my heart sings,
Sparrow!