WHY dost thou want to sing When thou hast no song, my heart? If there be in thee a hidden spring, Wherefore will no word start? On its way thou hearest no song, Yet flutters thy unborn joy! The years of thy life are growing long— Art still the heart of a boy?— Father, I am thy child! My heart is in thy hand! Let it hear some echo, with gladness wild, Of a song in thy high land. It will answer—but how, my God, Thou knowest; I cannot say: It will spring, I know, thy lark, from thy sod— Thy lark to meet thy day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL by WILLIAM BLAKE REQUIEM FOR ONE SLAIN IN BATTLE by GEORGE LUNT SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG BLIND by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TRUTH AND SORROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |