Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BIRDS, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: When our two souls have left this mortal clay Last Line: Snow on my doorstep, printed by their feet. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Birds; Spring | ||||||||
WHEN our two souls have left this mortal clay, And, seeking mine, you think that mine is lost -- Look for me first in that Elysian glade Where Lesbia is, for whom the birds sing most. What happy hearts those feathered mortals have, That sing so sweet when they're wet through in spring! For in that month of May when leaves are young, Birds dream of song, and in their sleep they sing. And when the spring has gone and they are dumb, Is it not fine to watch them at their play: Is it not fine to see a bird that tries To stand upon the end of every spray? See how they tilt their pretty heads aside: When women make that move they always please. What cosy homes birds make in leafy walls That Nature's love has ruined -- and the trees. Oft have I seen in fields the little birds Go in between a bullock's legs to eat; But what gives me most joy is when I see Snow on my doorstep, printed by their feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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