THE sea and sky are grey -- As with the grief of those who've mourned; Yet through this drear December day A lonely merle to song has turned. Brave bird, for you no fears! Though to the sun you're strange -- as we, Across the waste of these last years Bereft of all hilarity. Then, bird! be voice for all The sad who have forgotten song. Shake far that trilling lift and fall Of notes, and take our hearts along! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARTING OF THE WAYS by JOSEPH BENSON GILDER HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A SPIRITUAL AND WELL-ORDERED MIND by HENRY ALFORD ECLOGUE ON ELIZABETH BELSHAM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ROUNDEL FOR THESE TIMES by ADELIA DOOLITTLE BAUER |