En los nidos de antano No hay pajaros hogano. -- SPANISH PROVERB. YEA, I am passed away, I think, from this; Nor helps me herb, nor any leechcraft here, But lift me hither the sweet cross to kiss, And witness ye, I go without a fear. Yea, I am sped, and never more shall see, As once I dreamed, the show of shield and crest, Gone southward to the fighting by the sea; -- There is no bird in any last year's nest! Yea, with me now all dreams are done, I ween, Grown faint and unremembered; voices call High up, like misty warders dimly seen Moving at morn on some Burgundian wall; And all things swim -- as when the charger stands Quivering between the knees, and East and West Are filled with flash of scarves and waving hands; -- There is no bird in any last year's nest! Is she a dream I left in Aquitaine? -- My wife Giselle, -- who never spoke a word, Although I knew her mouth was drawn with pain, Her eyelids hung with tears; and though I heard The strong sob shake her throat, and saw the cord Her necklace made about it; -- she that prest To watch me trotting till I reached the ford; -- There is no bird in any last year's nest! Ah! I had hoped, God wot, -- had longed that she Should watch me from the little-lit tourelle, Me, coming riding by the windy lea -- Me, coming back again to her, Giselle; Yea, I had hoped once more to hear him call, The curly-pate, who, rushen lance in rest, Stormed at the lilies by the orchard wall; -- There is no bird in any last year's nest! But how, my Masters, ye are wrapt in gloom! This Death will come, and whom he loves he cleaves Sheer through the steel and leather; hating whom He smites in shameful wise behind the greaves. 'Tis a fair time with Dennis and the Saints, And weary work to age, and want for rest, When harness groweth heavy, and one faints, With no bird left in any last year's nest! Give ye good hap, then, all. For me, I lie Broken in Christ's sweet hand, with whom shall rest To keep me living, now that I must die; -- There is no bird in any last year's nest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOWS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN RAISING THE DEVIL; A LEGEND OF CORNELIUS AGRIPPA by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO H. M. by FRANCIS BARNARD (20TH CENTURY) PILGRIMAGE by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY POUR QUI SAIT ATTENDRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT COMPENSATION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ASOLANDO: HUMILITY by ROBERT BROWNING THE STREET OF THE MANY LITTLE LOVERS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |