Nightingales and larks are found Not everywhere: they can't go round. Room enough and more there is, Warblers, bluebirds, goldfinches. Many a country would be dull Should there be a cricket-lull. Crickets, when the larks are flown, Warm us with their undertone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WASHINGTON MCNEELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH |