I've heard, I've heard The long low note of a bird, The nightingale fluting her heart's one word. I know, I know Pink carnations heaped with snow. Summer and winter alike they blow. I've lain, I've lain Under roses' delicate rain, That fall and whisper and fall again. Come woe, come white Shroud o' the world, black night! I have had love and the sun's light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER HOLY CHRISTMAS by GEORGE HERBERT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 129 by ALFRED TENNYSON DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN INVITED GUESTS by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |