Stephen Crane

Little Birds of the Night

Little birds of the night 
Aye, they have much to tell 
Perching there in rows 
Blinking at me with their serious eyes 
Recounting of flowers they have seen and loved 
Of meadows and groves of the distance 
And pale sands at the foot of the sea 
And breezes that fly in the leaves. 
They are vast in experience 
These little birds that come in the night