THE day before the bluebird came Was no more shrill in silences Than any day in mid-March is; No moment listened in a flame Of radiance for coming wings. But O, this morning how the maples take the sun! Hark! through the awe of close, unbudded things, Before the sparrow has begun, Comes the sweet hush! Sharp, blue wings in last year's bush, And then that first, wild, unforgotten ecstasy That cannot be Other than hearing, seeing, dreaming, feeling, Mysterious living to its fill, For all this little edge of earth goes reeling Out to eternity and back within one trill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA HYMN OF THE EARTH by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) RICHARD CORY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 47. BROKEN MUSIC by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MOURNER A LA MODE by JOHN GODFREY SAXE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON |