Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FLIGHT, by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN



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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.





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