A BLUE bird built his nest Here in my breast. O bird of Light! Whence comest thou? Said he: From God above: My name is Love. A mate he brought one day, Of plumage gray. O bird of Night! Why comest thou? Said she: Seek no relief! My name is Grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW THE NEED OF BEING VERSED IN COUNTRY THINGS by ROBERT FROST ON THE DEATH OF ANNE BRONTE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE LOVE POEMS: 6 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) SEND FORTH THE VOICE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ODE TO A LADY WHOSE LOVER WAS KILLED BY A BALL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |