SING for the sun your lyric, lark, Of twice ten thousand notes; Sing for the moon, you nightingales, Whose light shall kiss your throats; Sing, sparrows, for the soft, warm rain, To wet your feathers through; And, when a rainbow's in the sky, Sing you, cuckoo -- "Cuckoo!" Sing for your five blue eggs, fond thrush, By many a leaf concealed; You starlings, wrens, and blackbirds sing In every wood and field: While I, who fail to give my love Long raptures twice as fine, Will for her beauty breathe this one -- A sigh, that's more divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AN INVITATION TO A DRINKFEST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS UNCROWNED by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY FATHERHOOD by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING TO A REDBREAST, THAT FLEW INTO A HOUSE ... by ELIZABETH BENTLEY THE DEEPER FRIENDSHIP by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |