“Then I will not repineKnowing that bird of mineThough flown shall in a distant treeBright melody for meReturn.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown”
“Maybe I can stand alone. Maybe I'm strong as stone. Even though the bird has flown, maybe you'll fly on home.”
“Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.”
“Youth, like a magic bird, has flown awayHe sang a little morning-hour in MaySang to the rose, his love, that too is gone--Whither is more than you or I can say.”
“I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.”