To Sparrows fighting

Stop, feathered bullies!

Peace, angry birds;

You common Sparrows that,

For a few words,

Roll fighting in wet mud,

To shed each other’s blood.

Look at those Linnets, they

Like ladies sing;

See how those Swallows, too,

Play on the wing;

All other birds close by

Are gentle, clean and shy.

And yet maybe your life’s

As sweet as theirs;

The common poor that fight

Live not for years

In one long frozen state

Of anger, like the great.