And am I up with thee, light-hearted minion? Who never dost thine early flight forego, Catching for aye upon thy gamesome pinion What was to fill some lily's cup below, The matin dew-fall? What is half so thrilling As thy glad voice i' th' argent prime of light? Whether in grassy nest, when thou art billing, Or thus aloft and mocking human sight? Peace dwells with thee for ever -- not the peace Of cool reflection, but redundant glee, And with such vocal token of wild ease Thou dost reveal thy proud immunity From mortal care, that thou perforce must please: Fair fall thy rapid song, sweet bird, and thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SILLER CROUN by SUSANNA BLAMIRE WESTWARD BOUND by BETSY H. ASHMORE PROVERBS 25, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE CAMPUS IN VACATION by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE STREAM OF LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |