I THY tuwhits are lull'd, I wot, Thy tuwhoos of yesternight, Which upon the dark afloat, So took echo with delight, So took echo with delight, That her voice, untuneful grown, Wears all day a fainter tone. II I would mock thy chaunt anew; But I cannot mimic it; Not a whit of thy tuwhoo, Thee to woo to thy tuwhit, Thee to woo to thy tuwhit, With a lengthen'd loud halloo, Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING SOULS LAKE by ROBERT STUART FITZGERALD DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 4. THE MOON'S ORCHESTRA by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE WHITE CHARGER by ABUS SALT IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN PSALM 32. BEATI QUORUM REMISSA SUNT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE EMIGRANT LASSIE by JOHN STUART BLACKIE SHADOWS ON THE WALL by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |