The speaker begins with a hopeful wish: to see the world as one place where everyone belongs. But that dream doesn't match reality. Other people, according to the speaker, wouldn't allow a simple, gentle nature to live comfortably among differences. Their prejudices pushed the speaker out, a kind of exile, even if no one literally drove them from a house or country.
With nowhere left to turn, the speaker builds a "nest" inside the self. It's a small, private shelter, and the image suggests both safety and loneliness. The poem's title, "Wisdom," points to what comes out of this hurt: a calm understanding of peace and of living in tune with nature.
The mood is quiet and reflective, with a trace of sadness underneath. There's no angry outburst here. The speaker has been wronged but responds with acceptance, and the short, plain lines make that gentleness feel sincere. Still, the ending leaves a question: is this peace a victory, or simply what remains after being shut out?