FROM out the blossomed cherry-tops Sing, blithesome robin, chant and sing; With chirp, and trill, and magic-stops Win thou the listening ear of Spring! For while thou lingerest in delight, An idle poet, with thy rhyme, The summer hours will take their flight And leave thee in a barren clime. Not all the autumn's rustling gold, Nor sun, nor moon, nor star shall bring The jocund spirit which of old Made it an easy joy to sing! So said a poet -- having lost The precious time when he was young -- Now wandering by the wintry coast With empty heart and silent tongue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GENERAL WILLIAM BOOTH ENTERS INTO HEAVEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE A SONG TO CELIA by CHARLES SEDLEY COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE PESSIMIST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |