MY song, that's bird-like in its kind, Is in the mind, Love -- in the mind; And in my season I am moved No more or less from being loved; No woman's love has power to bring My song back when I cease to sing; Nor can she, when my season's strong, Prevent my mind from song. But where I feel your woman's part, Is in the heart, Love -- in the heart; For when that bird of mine broods long, And I'd be sad without my song, Your love then makes my heart a brook That dreams in many a quiet nook, And makes a steady, murmuring sound Of joy the whole year round. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST NATURE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS ASPIRATIONS: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND ASPIRATIONS: 5 by MATHILDE BLIND |