Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLIGHT, by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN Poet's Biography First Line: The song-birds? Are they flown away? Last Line: Lies dead beneath the death-white moon. Subject(s): Birds; Flight; Flying | ||||||||
THE song-birds? are they flown away? The song-birds of the summer-time, That sang their souls into the day, And set the laughing days to rhyme? -- No catbird scatters through the hush The sparkling crystals of its song; Within the woods no hermit-thrush Trails an enchanted flute along, A sweet assertion of the hush. All day the crows fly cawing past; The acorns drop; the forests scowl: At night I hear the bitter blast Hoot with the hooting of the owl. The wild creeks freeze; the ways are strewn With leaves that rot: beneath the tree The bird, that set its toil to tune, And made a home for melody, Lies dead beneath the death-white moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE NIGHT SONG OF THE PERSONAL SHADOW by GYORGY PETRI THE HAWAIIAN FLIGHT SQUADRON by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN INSPIRATION by GRACE HOLBROOK BLOOD MONHEGAN GULLS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |
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