Once more, O robin, from the boughs of May, Thou singest in the evening and the morn; Thy carol bids farewell to parting day, And at thy early wakening art thou borne High up to hail the bright east with thy horn. Lying at dawn, asleep half, half awake, I hear thy joyous matins-music break. Thou mouth-piece of the young and eager spring, Dear memories from thy song do ever flow; Thy voice doth set a stream meandering Of thought which winds back to the long ago -- Which through that golden land doth wander slow: Ah, little dost thou think, who singst so free, What dreams -- what dreams -- thy music brings to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |