SING us something full of laughter; Tune your harp, and twang the strings Till your glad voice, chirping after, Mates the song the robin sings: Loose your lips and let them flutter Like the wings of wanton birds, -- Though they naught but laughter utter, Laugh, and we'll not miss the words. Sing in ringing tones that mingle In a melody that flings Joyous echoes in a jingle Sweeter than the minstrel sings: Sing of Winter, Spring or Summer, Clang of war, or low of herds; Trill of cricket, roll of drummer -- Laugh, and we'll not miss the words. Like the lisping laughter glancing From the meadow brooks and springs, Or the river's ripples dancing To the tune the current sings -- Sing of Now, and the Hereafter; Let your glad song, like the birds', Overflow with limpid laughter -- Laugh, and we'll not miss the words. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN |