MY song, that's bird-like in its kind, Is in the mind, Love -- in the mind; And in my season I am moved No more or less from being loved; No woman's love has power to bring My song back when I cease to sing; Nor can she, when my season's strong, Prevent my mind from song. But where I feel your woman's part, Is in the heart, Love -- in the heart; For when that bird of mine broods long, And I'd be sad without my song, Your love then makes my heart a brook That dreams in many a quiet nook, And makes a steady, murmuring sound Of joy the whole year round. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONFESSIONAL by ROBERT BROWNING THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD by WILLIAM DAVENANT AFTER A VISIT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ACCIDENT IN ART by RICHARD HOVEY ON BOARD THE '76; WRITTEN FOR BRYANT'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE |