I WAS a jay-bird, screeching back the noise Of fishermen or foresters or herds; Often with Echo's iterative voice My mocking beak would caw a string of words: Now dumb and tongueless here in earth I lie, Having renounced my taste for mimicry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SECRET LOVE; SONG by JOHN CLARE THE FIGHTING RACE [FEBRUARY 16, 1898] by JOSEPH IGNATIUS CONSTANTINE CLARKE MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE MAIDEN CITY by CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES |