O NIGHTINGALE! thou surely art A creature of a "fiery heart": -- These notes of thine -- they pierce and pierce; Tumultuous harmony and fierce! Thou sing'st as if the God of wine Had helped thee to a Valentine; A song in mockery and despite Of shades, and dews, and silent night; And steady bliss, and all the loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves. I heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day; His voice was buried among trees, Yet to be come at by the breeze: He did not cease; but cooed -- and cooed; And somewhat pensively he wooed: He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending; Of serious faith, and inward glee; That was the song -- the song for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT PSALM 33. EXULTATE JUSTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ROGER'S SONG, FR. MIDSUMMER EVE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE APPEAL TO HAROLD by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |