You Nightingales, that came so far, From Afric's shore; With these rich notes, unloaded now Against my door; Most true they are far richer freight Than ships can hold; That come from there with ivory tusks, And pearls, and gold. But you'll return more rich, sweet birds, By many notes, When you take my Love's sweeter ones Back in your throats, And Afric's coast will be enriched By how you sing! What! you'll bring others back with you, To learn -- next Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD FOR A MARRIAGE OF SAINT KATHERINE [OR, CATHERINE] by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONG OF MYSELF by WALT WHITMAN THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MY VERY PARTICULAR FRIEND by MARIA ABDY ODE 13. ON THE CHARMS OF PEACE by BACCHYLIDES |