GO, tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies, To Daphne's window speed thy way; And there on quiv'ring pinions rise, And there thy vocal art display. And if she deign thy notes to hear, And if she praise thy matin song, Tell her, the sounds that sooth her ear, To Damon's native plains belong. Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd, The bird from Indian groves may shine; But ask the lovely partial maid What are his notes compared to thine? Then bid her treat yon witless beau And all his flaunting race with scorn; And lend an ear to Damon's woe, Who sings her praise, and sings forlorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE SCINTILLA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE IN A GONDOLA by ROBERT BROWNING AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS WHEN SHE COMES HOME by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |