THE very song the blackbird sung When Love and all the world were young My year-old baby sings. Sweeter than anything with wings. A little song, with catch and trill Made of few notes and little skill, A song of dancing feet Of babes and birds and all things sweet. The baby dances as he sings Sweeter than anything with wings, And sways his golden head To the first song the blackbird made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE AFTER WOMAN by FRANCIS THOMPSON AN AUTOGRAPH (1) by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALCOVE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |