We are like two sparrows, you and I;
Dun things to the world and small
We peck about; we flutter in the sky
Seen once when we lit upon a wall
“Such common things,” said she who saw
Though our varigated coats, without flaw
Make shame of that ‘fashion’ they call
Well we keep them, such is our law.
The lonely pines we keep company here
We find the berries others had missed
Amongst great things walk without fear
We are the moving shapes in the mist;
When unlooked-for, we have drawn nigh
Great and monstrous, we shadow the sky
Out fly two – brown and dew-kissed
We are like two sparrows, you and I.