WHEREFORE WINGS - by Evaleen Stein

WHEREFORE  WINGS   by   Evaleen Stein   Heigho, sparrow!  Reckless of the rain;    When chill the cheerless wind grows, Chirping might and main!    Is it naught, then, when the rose          Blows again ? Beating, sleeting on your draggled coat!    Surely, 'tis enough to drown Any happy note    Nestling in that downy brown          Little throat. Ah me, sparrow !  Had I but your power,    Think you in the freezing sleet I would waste an hour ?    - I'd sing my sweetest to a sweet          Orange flower !