Oh, says the linnet, if I sing, My love forsook me in the spring, And nevermore will I be seen Without my satin gown of green. Oh, says the pretty-feathered jay, Now my love is fled away For the memory of my dear A feather of each sort I'll wear. Oh, says the sparrow, my love is gone, She so much that I doted on, And e'er since for that selfsame thing I've made a vow I ne'er will sing. Oh, says the water-wag-my-tail, I courted a fair one but could not prevail, I could not with my love prevail, So that is the reason I wag my tail. Oh, says the pretty speckled thrush, That changes its note from bush to bush, My love has left me here alone And I fear she never will return. Oh, says the rook, and eke the crow, The reason why in black we go -- Because our love has us forsook, So pity us, poor crow and rook. Oh, says the owl, my love is gone, It was her I doted on; Since she has gone I know not where to follow, But after her I'll whoop and hollo. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HAPPY WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO COLIN CLOUT by ANTHONY MUNDAY E TENEBRIS [FROM THE SHADOWS] by OSCAR WILDE |