FOR one rare moment on a naked spray, With your dead-oak-leaf tail and spotted breast, Little brown pilgrim on your sun-led quest I saw you loitering in the northward way. The song with which you flood the dying day When you have found your mate and sheltered nest In some far woodland I had never guessed From your still presence. Yet a shining ray Of light and hope has set my heart aglow Only because I have seen the hermit thrush. What joy could one but win the power to know In passing through the human stress and din, By some sure sign, some sudden inward hush, Which stranger keeps a holy song within. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW THE RIGHT MUST WIN by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER THE REALM OF FANCY by JOHN KEATS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI I HEAR AMERICA SINGING by WALT WHITMAN |