[Xxxvii., April 12, 1840.] My Love Flowed E'Er For Things With Wings. When Boy I Sought For Forest Fowl, And Caged Them In Rude Rushes' Mesh, And Fed Them With My Breakfast Roll; So That, Though Fragile Were The Door, They Rarely Fled, And Even Then Would Flutter Back At Faintest Call! Man-Grown, I Charm For Men.