HIS Soul fared forth (as from the deep home-grove The father-songster plies the hour-long quest,) To feed his soul-brood hungering in the nest; But his warm Heart, the mother-bird, above Their callow fledgling progeny still hove With tented roof of wings and fostering breast Till the Soul fed the soul-brood. Richly blest From Heaven their growth, whose food was Human Love. Yet ah! Like desert pools that show the stars Once in long leagues,--even such the scarce-snatched hours Which deepening pain left to his lordliest powers:-- Heaven lost through spider-trammelled prison-bars. Six years, from sixty saved! Yet kindling skies Own them, a beacon to our centuries. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE WORD MORE by ROBERT BROWNING THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LIGHT THAT LIES by THOMAS MOORE ODE TO THE MAGUIRE by EOCHADH O'HUSSEY FIREFLY; A SONG by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS |