NIGHTINGALES warble about it All night under blossom and star; The wild swan is dying without it, And the eagle crieth afar; The sun, he doth mount but to find it, Searching the green earth o'er; But more doth a man's heart mind it — O more, more, more! Over the gray leagues of ocean The infinite yearneth alone; The forests with wandering emotion The thing they know not intone; Creation arose but to see it, A million lamps in the blue; But a lover, he shall be it, If one sweet maid is true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGLER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE SPELLIN' BEE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by FRANCIS SCOTT KEY THE FOUNDERS OF OHIO by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE PRAESTO by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |