Tree with a Bird in it

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page18" name="page18"></SPAN>[18]</span></p> <div><SPAN name="h2H_4_0014" id="h2H_4_0014"></SPAN></div> <h2> <i>Charles Hanson Towne</i> </h2> <p class="quote"> (Who rather begrudged the time he used up in going out to the suburbs.)</p> <h3> THE UNQUIET SINGER </h3> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i2"> He had been singing, but I had not heard his voice; </p> <p class="i2"> He had been bothering the rest with song; </p> <p class="i2"> But I, most comfortably far </p> <p class="i2"> Within the city's stimulating jar </p> <p class="i2"> Feeling for bus-conductors and for flats, </p> <p class="i2"> And shop-girls buying too expensive hats, </p> <p class="i2"> And silver-serviced dinners, </p> <p class="i2"> And various kinds of pleasant urban sinners, </p> <p class="i2"> And riding on the subway and the L, </p> <p class="i2"> Had much beside his song to hear and tell. </p> </div> </div> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i2"> But one day (it was Spring, when poets ride </p> <p class="i2"> Afield to wild poetic festivals) </p> <p class="i2"> I, innocently making calls </p> <p class="i2"> Was snatched by a swift motor toward his tree </p> <p class="i2"> (Alas, but lady poets will do this to thee </p> <p class="i2"> If thou art decorative, witty or a Man) </p> <p class="i2"> And heard him sing, and on the grass did bide. </p> <p class="i2"> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page19" name="page19"></SPAN>[19]</span> But my whole day was sadder for his words, </p> <p class="i2"> And I was thinner </p> <p class="i2"> Because, in spite of my most careful plan </p> <p class="i2"> I missed a very pleasant little dinner.... </p> <p class="i2"> In short, unless well-cooked, I don't like Birds. </p> </div> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />