THE very song the blackbird sung When Love and all the world were young My year-old baby sings. Sweeter than anything with wings. A little song, with catch and trill Made of few notes and little skill, A song of dancing feet Of babes and birds and all things sweet. The baby dances as he sings Sweeter than anything with wings, And sways his golden head— To the first song the blackbird made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL OLD KING COLE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BARGAIN by CLAIRE STEWART BOYER THE BRIDE'S TOILETTE by ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON CORTISSOZ |