Farewell, sweet bird, so winsome and so wise! How oft I saw thee hop along the page Of classic poet or historian sage, With thy low note and quick enquiring eyes. Methinks - thou wert so fond of ancient lore - A classic welcome in the shades below Awaits thee, now thy learned life is o'er; To fair Elysian meadows thou shalt go, A pleasant region without rain or storm; Perchance, even now, while my fond memory dwells On all thy quaint, amusing pedantry, The chirp, the glance, the little saffron form, From thy small beak old Charon takes a fee, And leaves thee hopping to the asphodels. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LENNIE SWENSON by KAREN SWENSON ASIAN BIRDS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: DANTE (2) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |