In wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo is no more. Ye jarring, screeching things around, Scream your discordant joys; Now, half your din of tuneless sound With Echo silent lies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER WINGS by GEORGE HERBERT ODE ON A GRECIAN URN by JOHN KEATS NATURE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE by JOHN ARMSTRONG LOVE'S PHANTOM by MATHILDE BLIND THE EARTH MOTHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS: 21. LAMENT FOR PRINCE HENRY by THOMAS CAMPION |