TWITTERING, twittering over the meadow, Twittering, twittering over the stream, Downy clouds playing at sunshine and shadow; Can it be real, or is it a dream? Was it the swallow that I heard twittering? Is winter time past; is it summer again? Was that the cuckoo that I heard fluttering? Has Flora returned with the flowers in her train? Ah! yes, it is summer so blythsome and cheery, The storm of the winter's no more on the shore, But summer or winter to me's alike dreary, When I think on the past, and my Maggie's no more. Oh! sad was the summons, that left our home motherless; Woe's me for the babe that but lately she bore! Oh God! give me strength that they be not left fatherless; For despair rends my heart, since my Maggie's no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN LITANY TO SATAN by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE TRAGIC MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS: 1 by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY NOON; FROM AN UNFINISHED POEM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE SOUL'S AWAKENING by JOHN EDWARD COLBURN |