THE thrush begins again, In the stripped and listening tree, The old immortal strain, Rapture and ecstasy. Ah, when we were together, Love, how we thrilled to hear The voice of the Spring weather, The wild hope, the wild cheer! The heart that used to spring To some strange joy before Lies now a wingless thing, Not to be cheated more. Dear, by what groves you fare, What waters of Paradise, What glory of ambient air Floods your amazèd eyes: Oh, when your first birds call Clear from the heavenly hill, You will remember all The wild hope, the wild thrill. Love, you will know full well What yet I do not know, That the thrush tried to tell In earth's fields long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVICE TO A LADY [IN AUTUMN] by PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE SONNET: 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD GIVE HIM HIS DUE by LEVI BISHOP LINES [WRITTEN] IN THE TRAVELLER'S BOOK AT ORCHOMENUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ELEGY UPON KING CHARLES THE FIRST, MURDERED PUBLICLY BY HIS SUBJECTS by JOHN CLEVELAND |