SILLY bird! When his mate is near, Not a note of singing shall you hear. Take his little love away, Half the livelong day Will his tune be heard -- Silly bird! Sunny days Silent basks he in the light, Little sybarite! But when all the room Darkens in the gloom, And the rain Pours and pours along the pane, He is bent (Ah, the small inconsequent!) On defying all the weather; Rain and cloud and storm together Naught to him, Singing like the seraphim. So we know a poet's ways: Sunny days, Silent he In his fine serenity; But if winds are loud, He will pipe beneath the cloud; And if one is far away, Sings his heart out, as to say, -- "It may be She will hear and come to me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE BROTHERS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SEA SLUMBER-SONG by RODEN BERKELEY WRIOTHESLEY NOEL GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG |