SHE sang a song of May for me, Wherein once more I heard The mirth of my glad infancy -- The orchard's earliest bird -- The joyous breeze among the trees New-clad in leaf and bloom, And there the happy honey-bees In dewy gleam and gloom. So purely, sweetly on the sense Of heart and spirit fell Her song of Spring, its influence -- Still irresistible, -- Commands me here -- with eyes ablur -- To mate her bright refrain, Though I but shed a rhyme for her As dim as Autumn rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 7 by JAMES JOYCE CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS SONNET: 30 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE MEETING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE ROSE TREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ETHINTHUS, QUEEN OF WATERS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GREEN GRENADIERS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |