I hear you singing happily, My boy of tarnished mien, Lifting your limpid, trustful gaze In innocence serene. A thousand javelins of pain Assault my heaving breast When I behold the storm of years That beat without your nest. O sing, my lark, your matin song Of joyous rhapsody, Distil the sweetness of the hours In gladsome ecstasy. For time awaits your buoyant flight Across the bar of years, Sing, sing your song, my bonny lark, Before it melts in tears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMITATION OF POPE: A COMPLIMENT TO THE LADIES by WILLIAM BLAKE SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY A TOUCH OF NATURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE VISION OF THE ARCHANGELS by RUPERT BROOKE |