A CERTAIN bird in a certain wood, Feeling the spring-time warm and good, Sang to it, in melodious mood. On other neighboring branches stood Other birds who heard his song: Loudly he sang, and clear and strong; Sweetly he sang, and it stirred their gall There should be a voice so musical. They said to themselves: "We must stop that bird, He's the sweetest voice was ever heard. That rich, deep chest-note, crystal-clear, Is a mortifying thing to hear. We have sharper beaks and hardier wings, Yet we but croak: this fellow sings!" So they planned and planned, and killed the bird With the sweetest voice was ever heard. Passing his grave one happy May, I brought this English daisy away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES SONNET: FOR INSPIRATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI FIREFLY; A SONG by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS SEASONS (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO A YOUNG LADY; WHO ... REPROACHED FOR TAKING LONG WALKS IN COUNTRY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |