Thou dusky spirit of the wood, Bird of an ancient brood, Flitting thy lonely way, A meteor in the summer's day, From wood to wood, from hill to hill, Low over forest, field and rill, What wouldst thou say? Why shouldst thou haunt the day? What makes thy melancholy float? What bravery inspires thy throat, And bears thee up above the clouds, Over desponding human crowds, Which far below Lay thy haunts low? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ARABELLA STUART by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM PEACE ON EARTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONG FOR DECORATION DAY by HELEN C. BACON |