I HEARD the Poor Old Woman say: "At break of day the fowler came, And took my blackbirds from their songs Who loved me well thro shame and blame. No more from lovely distances Their songs shall bless me mile by mile, Nor to white Ashbourne call me down To wear my crown another while. With bended flowers the angels mark For the skylark the place they lie, From there its little family Shall dip their wings first in the sky. And when the first surprise of flight Sweet songs excite, from the far dawn Shall there come blackbirds loud with love, Sweet echoes of the singers gone. But in the lonely hush of eve Weeping I grieve the silent bills." I heard the Poor Old Woman say In Derry of the little hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAMS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER TO A STEAM ROLLER by MARIANNE MOORE A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG A LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA SONNET: 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |