A CERTAIN bird in a certain wood, Feeling the spring-time warm and good, Sang to it, in melodious mood. On other neighboring branches stood Other birds who heard his song: Loudly he sang, and clear and strong; Sweetly he sang, and it stirred their gall There should be a voice so musical. They said to themselves: "We must stop that bird, He's the sweetest voice was ever heard. That rich, deep chest-note, crystal-clear, Is a mortifying thing to hear. We have sharper beaks and hardier wings, Yet we but croak: this fellow sings!" So they planned and planned, and killed the bird With the sweetest voice was ever heard. Passing his grave one happy May, I brought this English daisy away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT MIDSUMMER by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 72. THE CHOICE (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 2 by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 2. TO SLEEP by MARK AKENSIDE SEVERUS TO TIBERIUS GREATLY ENNUYE by JOSEPH AUSLANDER INAUGURATION SONNET: WILLIAM JEWETT TUCKER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE THUNDER STORM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SHAKESPEARE READS THE KING JAMES VERSION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |