Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HERMIT THRUSH, by HENRY VAN DYKE Poet's Biography First Line: O wonderful! How liquid clear Last Line: And we will drink the wine of love with you. Alternate Author Name(s): Civis Americanus Subject(s): Birds; Love; Thrushes | ||||||||
O WONDERFUL! How liquid clear The molten gold of that ethereal tone, Floating and falling through the wood alone, A hermit-hymn poured out for God to hear! O holy, holy, holy! Hyaline, Long light, low light, glory of eventide! Love far away, far up, -- up, -- love divine! Little love, too, for ever, ever near, Warm love, earth love, tender love of mine, In the leafy dark where you hide, You are mine, -- mine, -- mine! Ah, my beloved, do you feel with me The hidden virtue of that melody, The rapture and the purity of love, The heavenly joy that can not find the word? Then, while we wait again to hear the bird, Come very near to me, and do not move, -- Now, hermit of the woodland, fill anew The cool, green cup of air with harmony, And we will drink the wine of love with you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF ODES: 1. by BASIL BUNTING THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY WHAT THE THRUSH SAID by JOHN KEATS THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM SONGS OUT OF SORROW: WOOD SONG by SARA TEASDALE THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT THE MUSIC-LESSON by MATHILDE BLIND LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE |
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