ISTAND on the brow of the mountain, And sentimentally sigh. "O were I only a bird now!" I many a thousand times cry. O were I only a swallow, My darling, to thee would I fly, And soon a nest would I build me, Thy lattice window hard by. O were I a nightingale only, I would fly, my darling, to thee, And sing my sweet songs by night-time Perch'd high in the green linden tree. O were I only a bullfinch, I would fly straight into thy heart; To the bullfinch thou always wert kindly, And healest the bullfinch's smart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE DAISY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO MRS -- RETURNING FINE HYACINTH PLANT AFTER BLOOM IS OVER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 2 by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 126 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE MIRROR OF DIANA by MATHILDE BLIND |