Bird of the Tropic! thou, who lov'st to stray, Where thy long pinions sweep the sultry line, Or mark'st the bounds which torrid beams confine By thy averted course, that shuns the ray Oblique, enamored of sublimer day -- Oft' on yon cliff thy folded plumes recline, And drop those snowy feathers Indians twine, To crown the warrior's brow with honors gay -- O'er trackless oceans what impels thy wing? Does no soft instinct in thy soul prevail? No sweet affection to thy bosom cling, And bid thee oft thy absent nest bewail? -- Yet thou again to that dear spot can'st spring -- But I my long-lost home no more shall hail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON PRESENTIMENT by AMBROSE BIERCE HOW CAN I SING? by FREDERICK C. BODEN |