Poems (Terry, 1861)/Bird music
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BIRD MUSIC.
Singer of priceless melody,
Unguerdoned chorister of air,
Who from the lithe top of the tree
Pourest at will thy music rare,
As if a sudden brook laughed down the hill-side there.
Unguerdoned chorister of air,
Who from the lithe top of the tree
Pourest at will thy music rare,
As if a sudden brook laughed down the hill-side there.
The purple-blossomed fields of grass,
Waved sea-like to the idle wind,
Thick daisies that the stars surpass,
Being as fair and far more kind;—
All sweet uncultured things thy wild notes bring to mind.
Waved sea-like to the idle wind,
Thick daisies that the stars surpass,
Being as fair and far more kind;—
All sweet uncultured things thy wild notes bring to mind.
When that enraptured overflow
Of singing into silence dies,
Thy rapid fleeting pinions show
Where all thy spell of sweetness lies
Gathered in one small nest from the wide earth and skies.
Of singing into silence dies,
Thy rapid fleeting pinions show
Where all thy spell of sweetness lies
Gathered in one small nest from the wide earth and skies.
Unconscious of thine audience,
Careless of praises as of blame,
In simpleness and innocence,
Thy gentle life pursues its aim,
So tender and serene, that we might blush for shame.
Careless of praises as of blame,
In simpleness and innocence,
Thy gentle life pursues its aim,
So tender and serene, that we might blush for shame.
The patience of thy brooding wings
That droop in silence day by day,
The little crowd of callow things
That joy for weariness repay,—
These are the living spring, thy song the fountain's spray.
That droop in silence day by day,
The little crowd of callow things
That joy for weariness repay,—
These are the living spring, thy song the fountain's spray.