Gay song-bird, on your journey back to Spring, You flew by ruin, skimmed by greening field; On mulberry branches rested weary wing, Whose leafy greenness all but song concealed. There did you hear the flute-song of my grief? And carry notes of sorrow on your flight To one who merits trusting and belief -- To one whose caring makes the hours bright? Through Summer, Winter, waiting Spring's return I listened for your song upon the wind. But March gales answered, desperate and stern. When April's fingers on the branches pinned The bursting buds and little greening leaves, My heart without your message throbs and grieves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE BELLS OF HEAVEN by RALPH HODGSON TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON |