On Me To Rest, My Bird, My Bird: The Swaying Branches Of My Heart Are Blown By Every Wind Toward The Home Whereto Their Wings Depart. Build Not Your Nest, My Bird, On Me: I Know No Peace But Ever Sway: O, Lovely Bird, Be Free, Be Free, On The Wild Music Of The Day. But Sometimes When Your Wings Would Rest, And Winds Are Laid On Quiet Eves: Come, I Will Bear You Breast To Breast, And Lap You Close With Loving Leaves.