I heard a red-winged black-bird singing Down where the river sleeps in the reeds; That was morning, and at noontime A humming-bird flashed on the jewel-weeds; Clouds blew up, and in the evening A yellow sunset struck through the rain, Then blue night, and the day was ended That never will come again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS |