There is a small bird cowering in the dark; His wing is broken, he will no more sing; He will not fly, nor sing again, the lark With a broken wing! The bird that cowers with a broken wing Is all alone -- His mate has gone away: In the morrow, in the sun, in the field, his mate will sing Her wonted lay. In the dew, in the limpid dawn, in the ray Of the sun, she'll sing the comrade gone Who will not cheer a sunny day Again for any one. All panic looks and listens with his eyes! He is all fear! He is no more a lark! Only the heart dares stir of him that lies In the dark! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND (2) by EMILY DICKINSON TROILUS AND CRESSIDA: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD OMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: SIXTH ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |