THERE comes a bird who hath flown from the west-ward He flies tow'rd the east, Tow'rd the eastern garden-home, Where the spices so fragrant are growing, And palms are waving and wells are cooling -- And, flying, the wondrous bird thus singeth She loves him, she loves him! His image she bears in her little bosom, And bears it sweetly and secretly hidden, Nor knows it herself! But in her vision, before her he stands, She prays, and she weeps, and she kisses his hands, And calls on his name, And calling awakes she and lieth all-startled, And rubbeth her beauteous eyes in amazement -- She loves him! she loves him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPANISH FRIAR: 1-3. LOVE'S DESPAIR by JOHN DRYDEN THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST SONNET: 97 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A LETTER by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE WORD OF SUMMER by ELSA BARKER PSALM 102 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |