WHO close beside our window-pane Whistles thrice at the dawn of day, And listens, for his answer fain? @3Toujours gai.@1 Who bids the merry din resound, While oaten pipes are silvery gray, Ere chanticleer first turns him round? @3Toujours gai.@1 Who bids the corncrake, shrill and blithe, Wake up on his sweet couch of hay, And whirr against the mower's scythe? @3Toujours gai.@1 Who hales the finch from dreams of love, And linnet to his roundelay, And from Love's arms the wooing dove? @3Toujours gai.@1 Who calls the robin and the starling, And bids the blackbird's flute to play, The thrush to sing: O darling, darling? @3Toujours gai.@1 Who is it wakes the sparrows' wall, And sets a-tremble every spray, With flutter, and chatter, and trill, and call? @3Toujours gai.@1 This whistling thief at sweet o' the year, O is he bird, or boy, or fay? Mayhap, some fairy chanticleer. @3Toujours gai.@1 May he be fed on honey and kisses, And where the undying roses stay Wake the sweet world to newer blisses, @3Toujours gai.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KINDNESS TO ANIMALS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by MATHILDE BLIND PERCH FISHING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS AN OLD CITY by KARL BULCKE MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: SATURDAY by JOHN BYROM A LANCASHIRE DOXOLOGY by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |