A THRUSH alit on a young-leaved spray, And, lightly clinging, It rocked in its singing As the rapturous notes rose loud and gay; And with liquid shakes, And trills and breaks, Rippled through blossoming boughs of May. Like a ball of fluff, with a warm brown throat And throbbing bosom, 'Mid the apple-blossom, The new-fledged nestling sat learning by rote To echo the song So tender and strong, As it feebly put in its frail little note. O blissfullest lesson amid the green grove! The low wind crispeth The leaves, where lispeth The shy little bird with its parent above; Two voices that mingle And make but a single Hymn of rejoicing in praise of their love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN RECONCILIATION by WALT WHITMAN TO A PROFILE by BERNARD BARTON BRYANT'S BIRTHPLACE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |