Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PHOEBE, by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ere pales in heaven the morning star Last Line: Drawn from the very source of life. Subject(s): Phoebe (bird) | ||||||||
ERE pales in Heaven the morning star, A bird, the loneliest of its kind, Hears Dawn's faint footfall from afar While all its mates are dumb and blind. It is a wee sad-colored thing, As shy and secret as a maid, That, ere in choir the robins ring, Pipes its own name like one afraid. It seems pain-prompted to repeat The story of some ancient ill, But Phœbe! Phœbe! sadly sweet Is all it says, and then is still. It calls and listens. Earth and sky, Hushed by the pathos of its fate, Listen: no whisper of reply Comes from its doom-dissevered mate. Phœbe! it calls and calls again, And Ovid, could he but have heard, Had hung a legendary pain About the memory of the bird; A pain articulate so long In penance of some mouldered crime Whose ghost still flies the Furies' thong Down the waste solitudes of time. Waif of the young World's wonder-hour, When gods found mortal maidens fair, And will malign was joined with power Love's kindly laws to overbear, Like Progne, did it feel the stress And coil of the prevailing words Close round its being, and compress Man's ampler nature to a bird's? One only memory left of all The motley crowd of vanished scenes, Hers, and vain impulse to recall By repetition what it means. Phœbe! is all it has to say In plaintive cadence o'er and o'er, Like children that have lost their way, And know their names, but nothing more. Is it a type, since Nature's Lyre Vibrates to every note in man, Of that insatiable desire, Meant to be so since life began? I, in strange lands at gray of dawn, Wakeful, have heard that fruitless plaint Through Memory's chambers deep withdrawn Renew its iterations faint. So nigh! yet from remotest years It summons back its magic, rife With longings unappeased, and tears Drawn from the very source of life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PHOEBE-BIRD by WITTER BYNNER AFTER THE BURIAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AUF WIEDERSEHEN! SUMMER by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AUSPEX by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL BEAVER BROOK by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL COMMEMORATION ODE READ AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYAM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IN THE TWILIGHT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LINES; SUGGESTED BY GRAVES TWO ENGLISH SOLDIERS ON CONCORD by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |
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