Anthropomorphism

If you could have known, you little bird,

That you would here die today

Would you have flown to another

Place?

If you could have known your sweetest song

Would on this stone be silencéd

Would you have come here not to-

Day?

If you could have known that death would  clip

The pinions of your golden wings

Would you have scorned this path and gone

Another?

Or are these thoughts the thoughts of man,

And foreign to your purer mind,

Which revels, so it seems, in living life, not musing over

Death?