Sing on, sweetest songster the woodland can boast; Sing on, for it charms, tho' it sorrows my breast; The strains, tho' so mournful, shall never be lost, Till this throbbing bosom has murmur'd to rest. The sweet Flower of the Forest on memory's page Shall bloom undecaying while life lingers near, Unhurt by the storms which around it shall rage, By sorrow's sigh farm'd, and bedew'd by a tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD AND MOTHER by EUGENE FIELD PRELUDE by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON SUBJECT LOVE, FOR THE VASE AT BATHEASTON VILLA by JANE BOWDLER JOURNEYS by KATHLEEN REA BRAID THE ARTIST by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. O TENDER HEART by EDWARD CARPENTER |