Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark, Thou wilt hear. Though dusk and the morning still Tap at thy window-sill, Though ever love call and call, Thou wilt not hear at all, My dear, my dear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN by CARL SANDBURG ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A DROP OF DEW by ANDREW MARVELL A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY CHICAGO [OCTOBER 8-10, 1871] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 3. TO A FRIEND UNSUCCESSFUL IN LOVE by MARK AKENSIDE |