An hour or more she's gone, And we are left alone, I and her bird. At last he twittered sweet, To hear my loved one's feet, And I, too, heard. When she had entered, He tilted then his head, If right or wrong; But when her voice was heard A frenzy seized the bird To rave in song. 'Peace, pet, my love is near, Her voice I cannot hear In such a din; Thou couldst not call more loud Unto a smiling cloud That May hides in.' Now, what his thoughts could be -- If she still spake and he In harmony; Or had forgetful grown, Enamoured of his own Sweet melody -- Is not my say; I know I out with her must go To hear her story. We left that raving thing -- Made worse by laughter -- sing Out his mad glory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 3. FULL MOON by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 2. ON THE WINTER SOLSTICE, 1740 by MARK AKENSIDE SABBATH HYMN by SOLOMON BEN MOSES HA-LEVI ALKABEZ |