Early in the morn I saw you there
In your silence and stillness,
Of your predicament then I was not aware
And methought - a sight indeed curious -
For upon thorns this little one perched!
But how persistently at it he kept -
How perfectly calm, stoic, unmoving
All through the day, till the sun set;
Perhaps he moved not, not for being unwilling
But that he could never more.
I could not comprehend
The reason you chose to go this way;
It is in your nature I understand,
Away from danger and certain death to stay;
Why then, this prickly path?