MY @3first@1 had spread her darksome wing O'er all the loveliness of spring; My @3third@1 arose with mournful wail— The young leaves told their first sad tale, The old oak groaned, the flowerets sighed, The hawthorn bloom was scattered wide: But ere my gloomy @3first@1 had passed, When silent was my @3third@1 at last, My @3whole@1 awoke the moonlight dell To list the sweet tale she could tell; Then mingled, in strange harmony, Silence and sweetest melody. 'Your @3second,@1 why such strange omission?' 'Tis but a tiny preposition. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER IMITATION OF POPE: A COMPLIMENT TO THE LADIES by WILLIAM BLAKE WHEN MALINDY SINGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM SUMMER LONGINGS by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY |