In wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo is no more. Ye jarring, screeching things around, Scream your discordant joys; Now, half your din of tuneless sound With Echo silent lies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 9 by EZRA POUND ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG |