WHY dost thou want to sing When thou hast no song, my heart? If there be in thee a hidden spring, Wherefore will no word start? On its way thou hearest no song, Yet flutters thy unborn joy! The years of thy life are growing long— Art still the heart of a boy?— Father, I am thy child! My heart is in thy hand! Let it hear some echo, with gladness wild, Of a song in thy high land. It will answer—but how, my God, Thou knowest; I cannot say: It will spring, I know, thy lark, from thy sod— Thy lark to meet thy day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 1 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER IF WE KNEW; OR, BLESSINGS OF TO-DAY by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH |