I hear you singing happily, My boy of tarnished mien, Lifting your limpid, trustful gaze In innocence serene. A thousand javelins of pain Assault my heaving breast When I behold the storm of years That beat without your nest. O sing, my lark, your matin song Of joyous rhapsody, Distil the sweetness of the hours In gladsome ecstasy. For time awaits your buoyant flight Across the bar of years, Sing, sing your song, my bonny lark, Before it melts in tears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 13. ENVOI, 1919 by EZRA POUND PSALM 11. IN DOMINO CONFIDO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONG by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |