Sweet Poesy, why art thou dumb? I loved thee as my captive bird, That sang me songs when spring was gone, And birds of freedom were not heard; Nor dreamt thou wouldst turn false and cold When needed most, by men grown old. Sweet Poesy, why art thou dumb? I fear thy singing days are done; The poet in my soul is dying, And every charm in life is gone; In vain birds scold and flowers do plead -- The poet dies, his heart doth bleed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHYLLIDA AND CORYDON by NICHOLAS BRETON THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST MAUBERLEY: 5. MEDALLION by EZRA POUND PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE HUSBAND'S PETITION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE HEALERS by LAURENCE BINYON |