Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A BIRD AT SUNSET, by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON



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A BIRD AT SUNSET, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Wild bird, that wingest wide the glimmering moors
Last Line: At night upon her breast.
Alternate Author Name(s): Meredith, Owen; Lytton, 1st Earl Of; Lytton, Robert
Subject(s): Birds; Love - Loss Of


WILD bird, that wingest wide the glimmering moors,
Whither, by belts of yellowing woods away?
With pausing sunset thy wild heart allures
Deep into dying day?

Would that my heart, on wings like thine, could pass
Where stars their light in rosy regions lose, --
A happy shadow o'er the warm brown grass,
Falling with falling dews!

Hast thou, like me, some true-love of thine own,
In fairy lands beyond the utmost seas;
Who there, unsolaced, yearns for thee alone,
And sings to silent trees?

O tell that woodbird that the Summer grieves,
And the suns darken and the days grow cold;
And, tell her, love will fade with fading leaves,
And cease in common mould.

Fly from the winter of the world to her!
Fly, happy bird! I follow in thy flight,
Till thou art lost o'er yonder fringe of fir
In baths of crimson light.

My love is dying far away from me.
She sits and saddens in the fading west.
For her I mourn all day, and pine to be
At night upon her breast.





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