On bonnie birdeen, Sweet-bird of my heart Tell me, my dear one, How shall we part? He calls me, he cries Who is father to thee: O birdeen, his eyes In these blue eyes I see. Thou art wrought of our love, Of our joy that was slain: My birdeen, my dove, My passion, my pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) TO MY GRANDMOTHER; SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BY MR. ROMNEY by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL THE NIGHT [NICHT] IS NEAR [NIGH] GONE by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JANUARY by EDMUND SPENSER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 3. BEAUTY UNLOOKED FOR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL (VERSION 2) by WILLIAM BLAKE |