MY @3first@1 had spread her darksome wing O'er all the loveliness of spring; My @3third@1 arose with mournful wail— The young leaves told their first sad tale, The old oak groaned, the flowerets sighed, The hawthorn bloom was scattered wide: But ere my gloomy @3first@1 had passed, When silent was my @3third@1 at last, My @3whole@1 awoke the moonlight dell To list the sweet tale she could tell; Then mingled, in strange harmony, Silence and sweetest melody. 'Your @3second,@1 why such strange omission?' 'Tis but a tiny preposition. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO OUR BLESSED LADY (1) by HENRY CONSTABLE GOOD-BYE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE by ROBERT HERRICK SONG by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY GOD SAVE THE NATION! by THEODORE TILTON |