SING, Nightingale! There still be those who take Thy music to be sweet. Chant thine old chant -- till the new fashions make All melody obsolete. I cannot doubt that soon the corncrake's note Shall be to thine preferred! What then? Sing on, -- with thy still golden throat, Still tolerated bird! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE PILGRIMS by RUPERT BROOKE ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) MY LOVE COULD WALK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THREE KINGS OF ORIENT by JOHN HENRY HOPKINS JR. |