WHAT county sends me this surprise, That had more rainbows in its skies -- More songsters in its woods and fields, Than any other county yields? For, judging her by her fresh look, She never lived in grime and smoke. So here we are, the thrush and I -- How we enjoy our ecstasy! While one blue egg employs his tongue, For two blue eyes I sing my song. Yet when I think how my love's eyes Shine with a soul so clear and wise, Your egg, poor bird, I fear to tell, May have no baby in its shell. Yon cuckoo too, whose voice doth fail When more than one sing in one vale, Hear how her voice becomes more sweet Among a number, when they meet. And yon pale star that loses light When other stars appear in sight, See how her light is magnified, With other women at her side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BARNEY'S INVITATION by PHILIP FRENEAU THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MOONRISE AT SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AMONG THE MOUNTAINS by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG THE UNIVERSITY OF VERMONT SERVICE FLAG - 1517 STARS by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |