THESE flowers survive their lover bees, Whose deep bass voices filled the air; The cuckoo and the nightingale Have come and gone, we know not where. Now, in this green and silent world, In Autumn, full of smiling light, I hear a bird that, suddenly, Startles my hearing and my sight. It is the Robin, singing of A silver world of snow and frost; Where all is cold and white—except The fire that's on his own warm breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE A TRAGIC STORY by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO |