The squirrel above him might chatter and chide; But soon as a footstep that's human is heard, The free harmless dwellers of nature afraid! 'Neath the fork of the branch, in the tree's hollow bole, Has the timid Woodpecker crept into his hole; For there is his home in deep privacy hid, Like a chamber scooped into a far pyramid; And his little young Woodpeckers deep in the tree. MOORE. KNEW by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here!" It was noon, and on flowers that languish'd around Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound But the Woodpecker tapping the hollow beech-tree. |