Explore "Rest" by George William Russell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
On me to rest, my bird, my bird: / The swaying branches of my heart / Are blown by every wind toward / The home whereto their wings depart.
Build not your nest, my bird, on me: / I know no peace but ever sway: / O, lovely bird, be free, be free, / On the wild music of the day.
But sometimes when your wings would rest, / And winds are laid on quiet eves: / Come, I will bear you breast to breast, / And lap you close with loving leaves.