BIRD of the greenwood! Oh, why art thou here? Leaves dance not o'er thee, Flowers bloom not near. All the sweet waters Far hence are at play -- Bird of the greenwood! Away, away! Where the mast quivers Thy place will not be, As' midst the waving Of wild-rose and tree. How shouldst thou battle With storm and with spray? Bird of the greenwood! Away, away! Or art thou seeking Some brighter land, Where by the south wind Vine leaves are fanned? 'Midst the wild billows Why then delay? Bird of the greenwood! Away, away! "Chide not my lingering Where storms are dark; A hand that hath nursed me Is in the bark -- A heart that hath cherished Through winter's long day: So I turn from the greenwood, Away, away!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON FRINGED GENTIANS by AMY LOWELL FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE SONG FOR THE LONDON VOLUNTEERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HUSBANDMAN'S SONG, FR. KING RENE'S HONEYMOON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |