IF the bird Had no list'ner, wrapt, adoring; If its song in joyous soaring Fell upon the air unheard; If no flower-lips, entrancèd Where the golden sunbeam glancèd, Drank the song the bird was flinging, What would be the use of singing? If the flower, Lifting up its petaled crown Where the sun comes filt'ring down, Never felt the summer shower; If no busy, vagrant bees Came to woo it with the breeze; If no golden light was flooding, What would be the use of budding? If the heart Never felt the quick pulsation, Never knew the sweet elation That of faithful love is part; If lips lacked the warmth of kissing; If the tender words were missing That true hearts delight in giving, What would be the use of living? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINCOLN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY FALL PLOWING by EVA K. ANGLESBURG WHY DID YOU DEPART AT DUSK? by CLARISSA M. BAILEY AND IF THE SONG SHOULD DIE? by ANNIE HATCH BOORNAZIAN IRIS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE FETE CHAMPETRE by ROBERT BURNS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: FIRST SQUIRE (2) by THOMAS CAMPION |