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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONGS ON THE VOICES OF BIRDS; SAND MARTINS, by JEAN INGELOW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I passed an inland-cliff precipitate Last Line: Gossip, how wags the world? Well, gossip, well Subject(s): Gossip; Martins | |||
I passed an inland-cliff precipitate; From tiny caves peeped many a soot-black poll; In each a mother-martin sat elate, And of the news delivered her small soul. Fantastic chatter! hasty, glad, and gay, Whereof the meaning was not ill to tell: Gossip, how wags the world with you to-day? Gossip, the world wags well, the world wags well. And heark'ning, I was sure their little ones Were in the bird-talk, and discourse was made Concerning hot sea-bights and tropic suns, For a clear sultriness the tune conveyed; - And visions of the sky as of a cup Hailing down light on pagan Pharaoh's sand, And quivering air-waves trembling up and up, And blank stone faces marvellously bland. When should the young be fledged and with them hie Where costly day drops down in crimson light? (Fortunate countries of the firefly Swarm with blue diamonds all the sultry night, And the immortal moon takes turn with them.) When should they pass again by that red land, Where lovely mirage works a broidered hem To fringe with phantom-palms a robe of sand? When should they dip their breasts again and play In slumberous azure pools, clear as the air, Where rosy-winged flamingoes fish all day, Stalking amid the lotus blossom fair? Then, over podded tamarinds bear their flight, While cassias blossom in the zone of calms, And so betake them to a south sea-bight, To gossip in the crowns of cocoa-palms Whose roots are in the spray. O, haply there Some dawn, white-winged they might chance to find A frigate standing in to make more fair The loneliness unaltered of mankind. A frigate come to water: nuts would fall, And nimble feet would climb the flower-flushed strand, While northern talk would ring, and there withal The martins would desire the cool north land. And all would be as it had been before; Again at eve there would be news to tell; Who passed should hear them chant it o'er and o'er, Gossip, how wags the world?' 'Well, gossip, well.'" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARTINS IN THE CHURCH-TOWER by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT by JEAN INGELOW SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW SEVEN TIMES FOUR [ - MATERNITY] by JEAN INGELOW SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW |
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