Sparrow and nightingale -- did ever such Strange birds consort in one untravelled heart? And yet what signs of summer, and what signs Of the keen snows humanity hath passed To come to this wild apple-day! To think So young a throat might rave so old a tune! Youth's amber eyes reflect such ardent stars, And capture heav'n with glancing! Was she not Learn'd by some angel from her mother's womb At last to be Love's mistress? doth not he Rest all his arrows now and mutely adream Seek his own peace in her Italian locks? Cometh not Romeo singing in the night? -- Singing of youth -- whose clust'ring locks do nod And weave confusing shadows o'er his brow. Sing on bright tongue and quench these fears of silence! -- But at the end waits Death to pluck his bloom, Which is of yew the everlasting star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLCANIC ISLAND by CLIFFORD BAX ENGLISH ENCOURAGEMENT OF ART (FIRST READING) by WILLIAM BLAKE BRADDAN VICARAGE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CROWNED AND WEDDED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ATONEMENT by MARGARET E. BRUNER FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 15 by THOMAS CAMPION FIRST SONGS: 11 by HILDA CONKLING |