I WAS walking in a meadow of Paradise When I heard a singing Far away and sweet Like a Roman harp, Sweet and murmurous Like the wind, Far and soft Like the fir trees. It will not change a song If the bird has a golden crest; No feathers of blue and rose-red Could make a song. I have known in my dreaming A gray bird that sang While all the fields listened! The Bird of Paradise is like flowers of many trees Blooming on one: I saw him in the meadow, But it was the gray bird I heard singing Beyond and far. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL by JOHN DRYDEN FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND IN APIA BAY by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON |