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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY BIRD, by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON Poet's Biography First Line: Ere last year's moon had left the sky Last Line: And give her angel plumage there! Alternate Author Name(s): Forester, Fanny; Judson, Emily E. Subject(s): Mothers | |||
ERE last year's moon had left the sky, A birdling sought my Indian nest, And folded, O, so lovingly, Her tiny wings upon my breast. From morn till evening's purple tinge, In winsome helplessness she lies, Two rose-leaves, with a silken fringe, Shut softly on her starry eves. There's not in Ind a lovelier bird; Broad earth owns not a happier nest; O God, thou hast a fountain stirred, Whose waters nevermore shall rest! This beautiful, mysterious thing, This seeming visitant from Heaven, This bird with the immortal wing, To me -- to me, Thy hand has given. The pulse first caught its tiny stroke, The blood its crimson hue, from mine; -- This life, which I have dared invoke, Henceforth is parallel with Thine. A silent awe is in my room -- I tremble with delicious fear; The future, with its light and gloom, Time and Eternity, are here. Doubts -- hopes, in eager tumult rise; Hear, O my God! one earnest prayer: Room for my bird in Paradise, And give her angel plumage there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE MY MOTHER by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON |
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