WHEN the bird sings, and the morning Through the meadow makes reply, Who shall hear a note of warning In such gladness from the sky? All the wildwood laughs with childhood When the bird sings sweet and high. When the bird sings in the gloaming And the fond hands hush the keys, Oh, the wings of love are homing To that music from the trees. Hear ye, hear ye, hearts aweary, When the bird sings on the breeze. When the bird sings down the river Where the willows bathe in gold As the autumn moon a-shiver Shows thy pathway lone and cold— Oh, may God thy heart deliver When the bird sings as of old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |