Bird at my window, Why dost thou sing? Thought thou the spring Came with the dawn's glow? Thy song so sweet Opened my eyes, With glad surprise, May buds to greet. It is as yesterday, Not warm for long, So cease thy song, 'Tis winter not May. No, no, sing to me, For it is spring; If thou can'st sing. Sing on full cheerily. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 3. TO THE CUCKOO by MARK AKENSIDE THE MESSAGE-BEARER by JOHN D. BARRY WEDNESDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MY NEW CLAM by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI |