THE quail's staccato call from out the wood Comes clear unto mine ear; But in the thrush's note is mistihood, -- You seem you hear His message only with the brooding mind, Blent in with memories, borne on last year's wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DEAN-BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH ... HE LIVED by ROBERT HERRICK A VISION OF CONNAUGHT IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN TO W. HOHENZOLLERN: A PLEA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |