Farewell, sweet bird, so winsome and so wise! Though the blue heavens were native to thy flight, My desk and papers seem'd thy prime delight, Those odes, and epics, and anthologies! 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 happy region, void of rain and storm; But when the Stygian boatman chirps to thee Thy wings expand, thy buoyant heart rebels: High over Styx I see thy twinkling form; I hear old Charon shouting for his fee, While thou art pois'd above the asphodels! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA PISCATAQUA RIVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW A DIALOGUE ANTHEM by GEORGE HERBERT FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |