A BIRD in my bower Sat calling, a-calling; A bird answered low from the garden afar. His note came with power, While falling, a-falling, Her note quivered faint as the light of a star. "I am Life! I am Life!" From the bower a-ringing, Trilled forth a mad melody, soaring above; "I am Love! I am Love!" From the garden a-singing, Came soft as a dream, and the echoes sang "Love." They joined, and together Fast flying, a-flying, Were lost to my gaze in the arch of the sky. The wind through the heather Is sighing, a-sighing; Ah! how should it ever do other than sigh? Where art thou, where art thou, Life, flying, a-flying? Where art thou, O Love, sweetest child of the dawn? The song in the meadow Is dying, a-dying; My heart groweth heavy, and whispereth -- "Gone." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SORROW OF LOVE (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BRAWL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TRENCH RAID NEAR HOOGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |