THOUGH all should smile denying, I believe These elms have borne the Fieldfare's fabulous nest. Why else in England should he build and rest, Quitting the flock in which his brethren leave Our shores forsaken on an April eve, Save, on these lawns, to preen a speckled breast, And hear your feathery friends proclaim you blest? Where else so safe a bower could fieldfare weave? Ah! might he borrow notes as sweet as those With which the Mavis pays you all day long (Our delicate Mavis with her slighted song), You would not doubt the enchanted Fieldfare knows This magic garden's secret of repose, And reads her heart to whom these glades belong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RODNEY'S RIDE [JULY 3, 1776] by ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SIR JOHN FRANKLIN; ON THE CENTOTAPH IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALFRED TENNYSON PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY OF BEAUTY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG ELEGY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |