TWITTERING, twittering over the meadow, Twittering, twittering over the stream, Downy clouds playing at sunshine and shadow; Can it be real, or is it a dream? Was it the swallow that I heard twittering? Is winter time past; is it summer again? Was that the cuckoo that I heard fluttering? Has Flora returned with the flowers in her train? Ah! yes, it is summer so blythsome and cheery, The storm of the winter's no more on the shore, But summer or winter to me's alike dreary, When I think on the past, and my Maggie's no more. Oh! sad was the summons, that left our home motherless; Woe's me for the babe that but lately she bore! Oh God! give me strength that they be not left fatherless; For despair rends my heart, since my Maggie's no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET: 30 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AMORETTI: 37 by EDMUND SPENSER WALT WHITMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GHOST OF THE BEAUTIFUL PAST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 113, TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |