AT morn, when first the rosy gleam Of rising sun proclaimed the day, There reached me, thro' my last sweet dream, This oft-repeated lay: (Too sweet for cry, Too brief for song, 'Twas borne along The reddening sky) @3Bob White! Daylight, Bob White! Daylight!@1 At eve, when first the fading glow Of setting sun foretold the night, The same sweet call came, soft and low, Across the dying light: (Too sweet for cry, Too brief for song, 'Twas but a long, Contented sigh) @3Bob White! Good Night, Bob White! Good Night!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM OBERMANN ONCE MORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A KISS - BY MISTAKE by JOEL BENTON |