Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/The White-Throated Sparrow

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Poems, Volume II by Florence Earle Coates
The White-Throated Sparrow
Song of the White-throated Sparrow

THE WHITE-THROATED SPARROW

"When the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows"

WOULD you feel the witching spell
 Of the whitethroat, listen!
There are secrets he can tell
Of the marsh, and of the dell
 Where the dewdrops glisten.


Poet of the brooding pine
 And the feathery larches,
Dawn-lit summits seem to shine,
Lucent in each throbbing line,
 Under azure arches.


All his soul a floating song,—
 Sweet, too sweet for sadness,—
At his bidding, hither throng
Memories that make us long
 With a plaintive gladness.


Ah, were all the woodland bare,
 Should those notes but quiver,
Straight I'd see it budding fair!—
And the lilies would be there,
 Floating on the river!