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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS First Line: A bird in my bower Last Line: "-- ""gone." | |||
A BIRD in my bower Sat calling, a-calling; A bird answered low from the garden afar. His note came with power, While falling, a-falling, Her note quivered faint as the light of a star. "I am Life! I am Life!" From the bower a-ringing, Trilled forth a mad melody, soaring above; "I am Love! I am Love!" From the garden a-singing, Came soft as a dream, and the echoes sang "Love." They joined, and together Fast flying, a-flying, Were lost to my gaze in the arch of the sky. The wind through the heather Is sighing, a-sighing; Ah! how should it ever do other than sigh? Where art thou, where art thou, Life, flying, a-flying? Where art thou, O Love, sweetest child of the dawn? The song in the meadow Is dying, a-dying; My heart groweth heavy, and whispereth -- "Gone." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELECTRA by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS TO WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON THE PIKER'S RUBAIYAT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE POET by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THOMAS GRAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON THE HUNTER'S MOON by MATHILDE BLIND |
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