BIRD-LOVERS, walking, Down on earth's meadow, Hush not your talking, Nor keep your hearts in shadow, The lark has not stopped singing, But too high into the blue She has gone winging For the sound to fall to you. Those echoes are not stopping, You still have her song Wonderfully dropping Your earth-way along. Up there, lark-lovers Will lean down to see How awhile she hovers, Singing rapturously. If a child is sobbing For loss of one note, Say, "Heaven is throbbing To a new bird-throat." If the meadow-way is lonely For those flashing wings, "Hark! Hark!" -- say only -- "The lark at heaven's gate sings!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER CHOPIN'S NOCTURNE IN G MINOR by ARLO BATES NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 41. FAREWELL TO JULIET (3) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CLEVEDON VERSES: 8. THE BRISTOL CHANNEL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |