THOU art come from the spirits' land, thou bird! Thou art come from the spirit's land: Through the dark pine grove let thy voice be heard, And tell of the shadowy band! We know that the bowers are green and fair In the light of that summer shore; And we know that the friends we have lost are there, They are there -- and they weep no more! And we know they have quenched their fever's thirst From the fountain of youth ere now, For there must the stream in its freshness burst Which none may find below! And we know that they will not be lured to earth From the land of deathless flowers, By the feast, or the dance, or the song of mirth, Though their hearts were once with ours: Though they sat with us by the night-fire's blaze, And bent with us the bow, And heard the tales of our fathers' days, Which are told to others now! But tell us, thou bird of the solemn strain! Can those who have loved forget? We call -- and they answer not again: Do they love -- do they love us yet? Doth the warrior think of his brother there, And the father of his child? And the chief of those that were wont to share His wandering through the wild? We call them far through the silent night, And they speak not from cave or hill; We know, thou bird! that their land is bright, But say, do they love there still? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONTRACT by EMILY DICKINSON CHILD AND MOTHER by EUGENE FIELD ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB by THOMAS GRAY TO THE RIVER CHARLES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CANTO 27; WA-BE-NO-KA by LEVI BISHOP PROLOGUE. INTENDED FOR A DRAMATIC PIECE OF KING EDWARD THE FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |