

Birds & Nature Magazine 



19 





Here Be My Loves 







By JOHN VANCE CHENEY 







T TERE be my loves among the feathered things 

 ^ -'-The angels lend their tunes to, and their wings. 







The lowly sparrows, cradled on the ground. 



To hear earth's heart, and sing that happy sound; 







The thrushes, they of melody so pure 

 Whether 'tis earth's or heaven's I am not sure; 







The robins, who with their brave April note. 

 Start that abashing spasm midway my throat; 







The bluebirds, talking in the apple-tree, 

 Luring my heart off somewhere over sea. 







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