LONE warbler! thy love-melting heart supplies The liquid music-fall, that from thy bill Gushes in such ecstatic rhapsodies, Drowning night's ear. Yet thine is but the skill Of loftier love, that hung up in the skies Those everlasting lamps, man's guide, until Morning return, and bade fresh flowers arise, Blooming by night, new fragrance to distil. Why are these blessings lavished from above On man, when his unconscious sense and sight Are closed in sleep; but that the few who rove, From want or woe, or travels urge by night, May still have perfumes, music, flowers, and light; So kind and watchful is celestial love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BIRDS: THE BUILDING OF CLOUDCUCKOOCITY by ARISTOPHANES DON JUAN: CANTO 9 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |