A red bird in a frozen tree Sang through the icicles to me Until each silver warbling note From out her throbbing little throat Made chimes upon the wintry air That were a clarion call to prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 54 by PHILIP SIDNEY |