BIRD of my lady's bower, Sing her a song; Tell her that every hour, All the day long, Thoughts of her come to me, Filling my brain With the warm ecstasy Of love's refrain. Little bird! happy bird! Being so near, Where e'en her slightest word Thou mayest hear, Seeing her glancing eyes, Sheen of her hair, Thou art in paradise, -- Would I were there. I am so far away, Thou art so near; Plead with her, birdling gay, Plead with my dear. Rich be thy recompense, Fine be thy fee, If through thine eloquence She hearken me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES PORTRAIT SONNETS: 3 by HENRY BELLAMANN PSALM 39, VERSE 5 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AN INVECTIVE AGAINST THE WORLD, SELECTION by NICHOLAS BRETON |