GAY, guiltless pair, What seek ye from the fields of heaven? Ye have no need of prayer; Ye have no sins to be forgiven. Why perch ye here, Where mortals to their Maker bend? Can your pure spirits fear The God ye never could offend? Ye never knew The crimes for which we come to weep. Penance is not for you, Blessed wanderers of the upper deep. To you 't is given To wake sweet Nature's untaught lays; Beneath the arch of heaven To chirp away a life of praise. Then spread each wing Far, far above, o'er lakes and lands, And join the choirs that sing In yon blue dome not reared with hands. Or, if ye stay, To note the consecrated hour, Teach me the airy way, And let me try your envied power. Above the crowd On upward wings could I but fly, I'd bathe in yon bright cloud, And seek the stars that gem the sky. 'T were heaven indeed Through fields of trackless light to soar, On Nature's charms to feed, And Nature's own great God adore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ENEMY'S PORTRAIT by THOMAS HARDY TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE |