In the valley of my life Sings a "Singing-Bird", And its voice thro' calm and strife Is sweetly heard. In the day and thro' the night Sound the notes, And its song thro' dark and bright Ever floats. Other warblers cease to sing, And their voices rest, And they fold their weary wing In their quiet nest. But my Singing-Bird still sings Without a cease; And each song it murmurs brings My spirit peace. "Singing-Bird!" O "Singing-Bird!" No one knows, When your holy songs are heard, What repose Fills my life and soothes my heart; But I fear The day -- thy songs, if we must part, I'll never hear. But "Singing-Bird!" ah! "Singing-Bird!" Should this e'er be, The dreams of all thy songs I heard Shall sing for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL; MIRIAM'S SONG by THOMAS MOORE GREATER LOVE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) EXTRACTS FROM NEW-YEAR'S VERSES FOR 1825 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE WALL by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |