Softly at dawn a whisper stole Down from the Green House on the Hill, Enchanting many a ghostly bole And wood-song with the ancient thrill. Gossiping on the country-side, Spring and the wandering breezes say, God has thrown Heaven open wide And let the thrushes out to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST SHEEP by ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE THE CHARIOT by EMILY DICKINSON THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 110 by PHILIP SIDNEY WATER FOWL by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ROCOCO by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |