ACROSS the noisy street I hear him careless throw One warning utterance sweet; Then faint at first, and low, The full notes closer grow; Hark! what a torrent gush! They pour, they overflow -- Sing on, sing on, O Thrush! What trick, what dream's deceit Has fooled his fancy so To scorn of dust and heat? I, prisoned here below, Feel the fresh breezes blow; And see, thro' flag and rush, Cool water sliding slow -- Sing on, sing on, O Thrush! Sing on. What though thou beat On that dull bar, thy foe! Somewhere the green boughs meet Beyond the roos a-row; Somewhere the blue skies show, Somewhere no black walls crush Poor hearts with hopeless woe -- Sing on, sing on, O Thrush! ENVOY. BIRD, though they come, we know, The empty cage, the hush; Still, ere the brief day go, Sing on, sing on, O Thrush! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONGING FOR HEAVEN by ANNE BRADSTREET A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON CHANNING by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE HERO OF VIMY; AN INCIDENT OF THE GREAT WAR by BRENT DOW ALLINSON ACHRONOS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 24 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 23 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |