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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CAPTIVE HUMMING BIRD, by JOEL T. HART
First Line: Fleet-flying gem, of burnished crest
Last Line: The honey of the heart.
Subject(s): Hummingbirds
First Line: Fleet-flying gem, of burnished crest
Last Line: The honey of the heart.
Subject(s): Hummingbirds
FLEET-FLYING gem, of burnished crest
And silver-tipped wing,
With azure, gold, and sapphire breast;
AEolian captive thing!
Tell me the secret of thy song,
And whence thy robe of beams,
If to the earth thou dost belong,
Or Paradise of dreams.
Born for one season of a ray,
To banquet 'mid the bowers,
Or wilt thou chant another May,
Sweet minstrel of the flowers?
The coyest honeysuckles still
Their daintiest buds unfold,
For thee to kiss, with honeyed bill,
Their nectar lips of gold.
The lily opes its snowy cells,
The pink, its crimson door.
"Sip!" whispers every fond bluebell,
"My honey to the core."
While blushing flowers for thee all fling
Their fragrance on the air,
The purple morning-glories cling
On high in beauty bare.
The tiny chalice of the thyme,
And daisies, plead below,
Each dewy-eyed, too small to climb,
"Come, kiss me ere you go."
Away on thy melodious wing
To Love's mysterious bowers,
Still thy free band of minstrels bring
To revel 'mid the flowers.
Breathe on their bosoms fair and sweet,
And rosy lips apart,
And give and take, in Love's retreat,
The honey of the heart.
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