BIRD of the south! is this a scene to waken Thy native notes in thrilling, gushing tone? Thy woodland nest of love is all forsaken -- Thy mate alone! While stranger-throngs roll by, thy song is lending Joy to the happy, soothings to the sad; O'er my full heart it flows with gentle blending, And I am glad. And I will sing, though dear ones, loved and loving, Are left afar in my sweet nest of home; Though from that nest, with backward yearnings moving, Onward I roam! And with heart-music shall my feeble aiding Still swell the note of human joy aloud; Nor, with untrusting soul, kind Heaven upbraiding, Sigh 'mid the crowd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER by SARA TEASDALE NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES AS FROM THE PAST -- by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CANTO 27; WA-BE-NO-KA by LEVI BISHOP |