How straight and swift a bird's song finds the heart And wakes its haunted woodlands! When each June The thrushes sing, lost voices take a part, Spilling soft laughter through that lyric tune; And childhood days are there, and youthful love. Deep-throated, rhythmic note of whippoorwills Brings back New England roads, gnarled trees above An ancient house, rose-red against blue hills -- What clinging memories the songs recall! Each wooing nightingale forever sings Lovely Maggiore's moon; but best of all The bells of home the vesper sparrow rings. Ah, love, how sweet the birds have sung the years, Chanting their creeds of faith against earth's fears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY by ROBERT AYTON RODNEY'S RIDE [JULY 3, 1776] by ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH by ROBERT BURNS THREE GRAINS OF CORN; THE IRISH FAMINE by AMELIA BLANDFORD EDWARDS NATURE'S QUESTIONING by THOMAS HARDY TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING |