THAT'S the dove, my darling! Murmurous, soft and tender; There! she's mooning, crooning, On a pine-branch slender. And ah! it's the dove, the dove, dove, dove, That never can coo, but she pleads of love, Of love, love, love, In the shadows fair and tender. That's the wren, my fairy! With her we love-pledges; See her playing, straying Underneath the hedges. And oh! it's the wren, the wren, wren, wren, That is never contented too far from men, But lives, lives, lives Secure in the field-side hedges. That's the thrush, my beauty! Hark! and let us hear her, Yonder swinging, singing, Higher, bolder, clearer, And oh! it's the thrush, the thrush, thrush, thrush, Whose loud song wakens the noon-tide hush, The deep, deep hush Of the meadows and wolds, to hear her! That's the mockbird, sweetheart! To all tones beholden, Which are thrilling, filling Glades of woodland golden, And ah! it's a bird, a bird, bird, bird, The sweetest that ever a mortal heard. Ah! sweet, sweet, sweet, In the sunshine, fresh and golden! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LORD HOLLAND'S SEAT NEAR MARGATE, KENT by THOMAS GRAY OUR COUNTRY by JULIA WARD HOWE MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IDYLLS OF THE KING: BALIN AND BALAN by ALFRED TENNYSON COWBOY VERSUS BRONCHO by JAMES BARTON ADAMS |