Sweet, sullied sparrow of the commonplace frame

Have you no poems written for you?

No songs are written of the kindly sparrow

No epics presented, nor children epithet'd

With words granted for the sweet, sullied sparrow

Sought, I pondered, of lower depths

Without an item to your name! –

- without emblem! So goes your breath

Drowning deep, wouldst many proclaim

Had you a memorable ring to your name;

To heighten the raven and preach the dove

Sojourns a melody from its place

Spare not the sparrow of its abject deign

Just of memory tarnished by remarkable face.