In Teos once, bedewed with odours fine, The happy dove slept on his master's lyre; A little homeless swallow clings to mine, A spirit-bird - he looks for something higher Than songs and odours; pity and remorse He claims - an elegy of words and tears: He asks me why they swept him from his peers, When wheeling gaily in his wondrous course; And now he comes, with trembling wings, to plead For some brief record of his cruel fate; Some note of tuneful sorrow for the deed Which struck him from the side of his dear mate. Poor bird! had I the Teian's melody, Sweet as his dainty Ode thy dirge should be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD HERO AND LEANDER by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE |