I heard a voice among the olive-trees, A singing voice beneath a Tuscan sky; So sweet it drifted to me on the breeze, So sweet, I paused until the voice went by. Like some white bird straight from the sunlit West That brings its joy to a forsaken nest, Into my heart, like some white bird, the breeze Hath brought the song from out the olive-trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER SCARABAEUS SISYPHUS by MATHILDE BLIND |