Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WOOD THRUSH, by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS First Line: At eve I hear him in the woods Last Line: To reproduce his wildwood lay. Subject(s): Beauty; Birds; Singing & Singers; Thrushes; Songs | ||||||||
At eve I hear him in the woods That skirt the shore. He sings of fragrant wilding rose, And ocean roar, And purple iris on the brink Of banks with mountain laurel pink. I fain would bid my voice repeat With studied art, The lilting cadence of the song That thrills my heart. But though I bend to catch the strain, My quest is fugitive and vain. Untaught, by gift of God he sings His song ornate. Nor reed, nor stave, nor human voice Can imitate, Nor books nor learning teach the way To reproduce his wildwood lay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY |
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