O singer, canst thou summon up The early blue-bird's wing? The pang of those uncertain days That swoon with unborn spring? O singer, canst thou summon up The crimson of the rose, The silver gloom of April dawns, The breathless unrepose; The yearning in the dark divine, Deep woods, a-bloom and dumb, The starry, tear-blurred nights of May That bring delirium? O singer, canst thou summon up In music all the spring Whose crowding incense caught my heart So long ago? -- Then sing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE DEFINITION OF LOVE by ANDREW MARVELL TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 13. TO AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF HOUSE OF BRANDENBURGH by MARK AKENSIDE |