Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THISTLE-DOWN, by CLARA DOTY BATES First Line: Never a beak has my white bird Last Line: Is the thistle-down. Subject(s): Bords | ||||||||
NEVER a beak has my white bird, Nor throat for song; But wings of silk by soft wind stirred Bear it along. With wings of silk and a heart of seed, Over field and town It sails, -- ah! quaint little bird indeed Is the thistle-down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY TO SENECA LAKE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE I DID NOT ASK OF LIFE by ALICE BAKER LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |
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