On bonnie birdeen, Sweet-bird of my heart Tell me, my dear one, How shall we part? He calls me, he cries Who is father to thee: O birdeen, his eyes In these blue eyes I see. Thou art wrought of our love, Of our joy that was slain: My birdeen, my dove, My passion, my pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASONS (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN A SUNRISE IN MARCH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE AUTHOR'S BIRTHDAY by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE |