I hear him singing, loud and gay Before the morning melts away; He sits upon the topmost limb, But e'er I catch a glimpse of him He darts away, and all I see, Is just a red flash in the tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 1 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO S.M., A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING HIS WORKS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |