And art thou here again, sweet nightingale, To reproduce my happy summer mood, When, as last year, among these shades I stood, Or from the lattice heard thy thrilling tale? This May-tide is but cold; yet, none the less, I trust thy tuneful energy to sing Through the thin leafage of this laggard spring, With all thy blended joy and plaintiveness. How often have my lonely steps been led, By thy sweet voice, on to thy magic tree! How often has thy wakeful spirit fed My thoughts with love, and hope, and mystery! How often hast thou made my weary head A music chamber for my soul and thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SORROWS OF WERTHER by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY IMAGES: 6 by RICHARD ALDINGTON TWELVE SONNETS: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE HOUSE OF THE FALSE PROPHET by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MOUNT SINAI by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR TO MY FRIEND D'AVENANT, UPON HIS EXCELLENT PLAY, 'THE JUST ITALIAN' by THOMAS CAREW |