Gentles, if you have followed me, Now is no need to say goodbye; For we shall meet in revery Wherever glad birds sing and fly — Wherever sad birds bleed and dumbly die. Oh, where they mount on wings and song 'Tis we who mount there — you and I; And where they fall and suffer wrong 'Tis we who perish — you and I: Our own is Ornis' pain or ecstasy. So, at fresh rise and set of sun, May ornis bring her joy to you, each one, And Tacita her dreams! — Our masque is done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE |