I hear you singing happily, My boy of tarnished mien, Lifting your limpid, trustful gaze In innocence serene. A thousand javelins of pain Assault my heaving breast When I behold the storm of years That beat without your nest. O sing, my lark, your matin song Of joyous rhapsody, Distil the sweetness of the hours In gladsome ecstasy. For time awaits your buoyant flight Across the bar of years, Sing, sing your song, my bonny lark, Before it melts in tears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |