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.