ACROSS the noisy street I hear him careless throw One warning utterance sweet; Then faint at first, and low, The full notes closer grow; Hark! what a torrent gush! They pour, they overflow -- Sing on, sing on, O Thrush! What trick, what dream's deceit Has fooled his fancy so To scorn of dust and heat? I, prisoned here below, Feel the fresh breezes blow; And see, thro' flag and rush, Cool water sliding slow -- Sing on, sing on, O Thrush! Sing on. What though thou beat On that dull bar, thy foe! Somewhere the green boughs meet Beyond the roos a-row; Somewhere the blue skies show, Somewhere no black walls crush Poor hearts with hopeless woe -- Sing on, sing on, O Thrush! ENVOY. BIRD, though they come, we know, The empty cage, the hush; Still, ere the brief day go, Sing on, sing on, O Thrush! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3. AMARYLLIS by THOMAS CAMPION THE PROGRESS OF POESY; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY HERO TO LEANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET: 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD HARVEST SLUMBER SONG by WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL THE LAST VICTORY by MARY SOPHIA CASE |