Beneath this fragrant, woodbine's shade A little songster's bones are laid; Who, ever innocent and gay, Felt all his hours glide smooth away; No guilty passion tore his breast, No dream of greatness broke his rest; He with a cheerful patient mind Played well that part the Gods assigned: Nor matters it when this be done, How soon the thread of life is spun! Ye warbling tenants of the grove, Approach this spot and mark your love; Light hovering round on airy wing Soft notes of plaintive friendship sing. So may no prying eye pervade The hedgerows where your young are laid; Nor cruel hand of wanton boy Your dwellings plunder or destroy: Far may you bend your flight from where The artful fowler spreads his snare, And live from every danger free, Enjoying still sweet liberty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FIRST FRUIT by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG RAIN AFTER A VAUDEVILLE SHOW by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |