O MAGIC music of the Spring, -- Across the morning's breezy meads I hear the south wind in the reeds, I hear the golden bluebirds sing. O mellow music of the morn, -- Across the fading fields of Time How many joyous songs are borne From memory's enchanting clime. I see the grasses shine with dew, The cornflowers gleaming in the grain, And, oh ! the bluebirds sing-and you ? We fare together once again. O haunting music of the dusk, When silent birds are on the wing And sweet is scent of pine and musk- Oh, as we wander hand in hand Across the shadow-painted land, I hear the golden bluebirds sing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY CANCIONEROS: 2 by CRISTOBAL DE CASTILLEJO THE BIRD OF PARADISE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RUSH OF THE OREGON by ARTHUR GUITERMAN CUPID AND CAMPASPE, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY NEW FRIENDS AND OLD FRIENDS by JOSEPH PARRY ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT |