A night was near, a day was near, Between a day and night I heard sweet voices calling clear, Calling me: I heard a whirr of wing on wing, But could not see the sight; I long to see my birds that sing, I long to see. Below the stars, beyond the moon, Between the night and day I heard a rising falling tune Calling me: I long to see the pipes and strings Whereon such minstrels play; I long to see each face that sings, I long to see. Today or may be not today, Tonight or not tonight, All voices that command or pray Calling me, Shall kindle in my soul such fire And in my eyes such light That I shall see that heart's desire I long to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL HESTER PRYNNE? by KAREN SWENSON INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN by HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN CHILDREN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 20. AL-'ALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |