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.