THE sea and sky are grey -- As with the grief of those who've mourned; Yet through this drear December day A lonely merle to song has turned. Brave bird, for you no fears! Though to the sun you're strange -- as we, Across the waste of these last years Bereft of all hilarity. Then, bird! be voice for all The sad who have forgotten song. Shake far that trilling lift and fall Of notes, and take our hearts along! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPY HOLLOW by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE LATEST DECALOGUE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE TO RUSSIA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER FACADE: 17. DARK SONG by EDITH SITWELL |