A GOLDEN cage of sunbeams Half down a rainbow hung; And sweet therein a golden bird The whole bright morning sung! -- The winged shapes around it grew Enchanted as they heard: It was the bird of Hope -- my love -- It was Hope's golden bird! And ever of to-morrow The syren song began! -- Ah, what on earth's so musical As love and hope to man? -- I listen'd, thinking still of thee, And of thy promised word: It was the bird of Hope -- sweet love -- It was Hope's golden bird! Though ours should be a cottage home, From pride and pomp apart; The truest wealth for happiness Is still a faithful heart. And thus it sung -- "@3unloving wealth Would never be preferr'd!@1" -- It was the bird of Hope -- sweet love -- It was Hope's golden bird! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONELY STREET by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AFTER THE NIGHT by NOUREDDIN ADDIS HELLENS RAPE; OR A LIGHT LANTHORNE FOR LIGHT LADIES by RICHARD BARNFIELD MORGIANA DANCES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |