BIRD of the south! is this a scene to waken Thy native notes in thrilling, gushing tone? Thy woodland nest of love is all forsaken -- Thy mate alone! While stranger-throngs roll by, thy song is lending Joy to the happy, soothings to the sad; O'er my full heart it flows with gentle blending, And I am glad. And I will sing, though dear ones, loved and loving, Are left afar in my sweet nest of home; Though from that nest, with backward yearnings moving, Onward I roam! And with heart-music shall my feeble aiding Still swell the note of human joy aloud; Nor, with untrusting soul, kind Heaven upbraiding, Sigh 'mid the crowd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING'S NEBRASKA by KAREN SWENSON HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 5 by EZRA POUND TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 1. MOONLIGHT NIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP LADY OF CASTLENORE; A.D. 1700 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |