@2A@1GAIN, a song! Would @3he@1 be silent? Silence and doubt are wrong. It is not long.... No.... No, it is not long.... Even now his sturdy wings must beat toward home and me. Oh, let me sing As though my notes he waited, listening Somehow amazed;—let his mate's music bring His erring flight to yearned-for rest, unerringly! Hark! ... 'T is not yet, ... But I am happy; 't is not meet to fret.... @3Am@1 I not happy? The sun is well-nigh set, And soon, and soon he homes him to the old beech tree. Yes, soon! ... Yes, soon! ... Another ... might be ... lying dead, the wind a-croon; Broken his wings, unheeding sun or moon.... But not my love; my strong one cometh back to me. Dear love, do not, (If thou art hiding near the trysting-spot) Do not delay, though sweet the little plot! ... I wait, and oh, sing as I may, Fear also waits for thee. All song is done.... Shrunken to nothing is the shameful sun; And out the stars are coming, one by one.... And in the cold night lies my life, under a beechen tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 4 by EZRA POUND MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 8. THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) BY CANDLELIGHT by MARION BRINSON ON A REQUEST OF CHLORIS by ROBERT BURNS |