I WAS walking in a meadow of Paradise When I heard a singing Far away and sweet Like a Roman harp, Sweet and murmurous Like the wind, Far and soft Like the fir trees. It will not change a song If the bird has a golden crest; No feathers of blue and rose-red Could make a song. I have known in my dreaming A gray bird that sang While all the fields listened! The Bird of Paradise is like flowers of many trees Blooming on one: I saw him in the meadow, But it was the gray bird I heard singing Beyond and far. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT SONG by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SAME FOREVER by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR ISRAEL AND HELLAS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE PRAYERS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A VERSION OF THE OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |