SAD songstress of the night, no more I hear Thy soften'd warblings meet my pensive ear, As by thy wonted haunts again I rove; Why art thou silent? Wherefore sleeps thy lay? For faintly fades the sinking orb of day, And yet thy music charms no more the grove. The shrill bat flutters by; from yon dark tower The shrieking owlet hails the shadowy hour; Hoarse hums the beetle as he drones along, The hour of love is flown! thy full-fledg'd brood No longer need thy care to cull their food, And nothing now remains to prompt the song: But drear and sullen seems the silent grove, No more responsive to the lay of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY TO THE UNIMPLORED BELOVED by EDWARD SHANKS PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |