ACROSS the dark linked loveliness of lakes A sign goes and a bird awakes, A sleepy thrush, a mottled thrush, whose wings Shake off the dew that moment when he sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |