Gray feathers now lie scattered on the grass, Sole remnant of the song I heard at dawn. Confusion holds me till I cannot pass! A stone's throw from me on the shady lawn Two amber eyes are watching my chagrin From sleekness built of singers lately gone. Ten thousand times has such transmuting been -- Ten thousand times and many times before Has song been used for making gloss and then The gloss translated into song once more Though anguish and protesting cries be used To stay the alchemy of pain and gore. For years has hope stood by me as I mused On this strange squandering of life for life And though I sense a plan, I am confused. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COWPER'S GRAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by ROBERT FROST MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE FISHER'S BOY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON by RUPERT BROOKE TO THE RIVER ARVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |