Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VANISHED VOICE, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: There stood a tree beside his boyhood's door Last Line: Youth in the air and sunset in the west. Subject(s): Birds; Gardens & Gardening; Life; Singing & Singers; Trees; Voices; Youth; Songs | ||||||||
THERE stood a tree beside his boyhood's door That faced the west, and often, just before The sundown, seemed transfigured with the light That flooded in, and keen upon his sight Burned images of flame. And from the tree Fluted a nameless bird so goldenly He seemed part of the sunset and the sky. The listener has listened for that cry Of love and longing many a weary time And heard it never, nor can mortal rhyme Encompass all its sweetness; could the place, The homely homestead and the subtle grace Of youth return, the magic moment when The western sun shows heaven to earth-doomed men, But transiently, perchance the chanting bird Would be there too, perchance his voice were heard. The listener listens vainly; song is rife Still in the world, still love illumines life; But he would give the all of after years, Its triumphs, wisdoms, and revealing tears, To hear that little bird-soul from its nest Leap into lyric rapture, sink to rest, Youth in the air and sunset in the west. | 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 BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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