And art thou here again, sweet nightingale, To reproduce my happy summer mood, When, as last year, among these shades I stood, Or from the lattice heard thy thrilling tale? This May-tide is but cold; yet, none the less, I trust thy tuneful energy to sing Through the thin leafage of this laggard spring, With all thy blended joy and plaintiveness. How often have my lonely steps been led, By thy sweet voice, on to thy magic tree! How often has thy wakeful spirit fed My thoughts with love, and hope, and mystery! How often hast thou made my weary head A music chamber for my soul and thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY; AN ALLEGORY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT [IN WESTMINSTER] by SAMUEL WESLEY |