Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVER AND THE BIRDS, by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: Within a budding grove, / in april's ear sang every bird his best Last Line: Most comforting and gentle thoughts I had. Alternate Author Name(s): Pollex, D.; Walker, Patricius Subject(s): Courtship; Love - Nature Of; Pity; Sensibility; Tears | ||||||||
Within a budding grove, In April's ear sang every bird his best. But not a song to pleasure my unrest, Or touch the tears unwept of bitter love, Some spake, methought, with pity, some as if in jest. To every word Of every bird I listen'd, and replied as it behove. Scream'd Chaffinch, "Sweet, sweet, sweet! Pretty lovey, come and meet me here!" "Chaffinch," quoth I, "be dumb awhile, in fear Thy darling prove no better than a cheat; And never come, or fly when wintry days appear." Yet from a twig With voice so big, The little fowl his utterance did repeat. Then I, "the man forlorn Hears Earth send up a foolish noise aloft." "And what'll he do? what'll he do!" scoff'd The Blackbird, standing in an ancient thorn, Then spread his sooty wings and flitted to the croft, With cackling laugh: Whom I, being half Enraged, call'd after, giving back his scorn. Worse mock'd the Thrush, "Die! die! O could he do it? could he do it? Nay! Be quick! be quick! Here, here, here!" (Went his lay) "Take heed! take heed!" then, "Why? why? why? why? why? See-ee now! see-ee now!" (he drawl'd) "Back! back! back!R-r-r-run away!" O Thrush, be still! Or, at thy will, Seek some less sad interpreter than I! "Air, air! blue air and white! Whither I flee, whither, O whither, O whither I flee!" (Thus the Lark hurried, mounting from the lea) "Hills, countries, many waters glittering bright, Whither I see, whither I see! deeper, deeper, deeper, whither I see, see, see!" Gay Lark, I said, The song that's bred In happy nest may well to heaven make flight. "There's something, something sad, I half remember"piped a broken strain. Well sung, sweet Robin! Robin sung again, "Spring's opening cheerily, cheerily! be we glad!" Which moved, I wist not why, me melancholy mad, Till now, grown meek, With wetted cheek, Most comforting and gentle thoughts I had. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BANGLA DESH: 2. THE BLOOD IN MY EYES by FAIZ AHMED FAIZ TIME ROCKING ON by ANSELM HOLLO TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOW FAR IS IT TO THE LAND WE LEFT? by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE TEARS FALL IN MY HEART by PAUL VERLAINE |
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