My fancy flies, and sweetly sings, In thy garden to be heard— If my verses had but wings, Wings as a bird. It steals, and sparkling pleasure flings, In thy merry halls to flit— If my verses had but wings, Wings as of wit. Faithful, pure, the soul it brings To rise with thee and soar above— If my verses had but wings, Wings as of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST POST by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES CUPID MISTAKEN by MATTHEW PRIOR SONG OF THE ANGELS AT THE NATIVITY by NAHUM TATE ARAB LOVE SONG by FRANCIS THOMPSON |