Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CHOIR, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: The blackbird now is never done Last Line: Singing his lover's laud and none. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Birds; Choirs; Love | ||||||||
THE Blackbird now is never done, Sweetheart! O Sweetheart! The Thrush to Love makes orison. Now are the little fowls begun, Sweetheart! O Sweetheart! Housebuilding all till set of sun. Blithe Chanticleer his horn has blown, Sweetheart! O Sweetheart! New iris hath the Dove put on: Call in the softest monotone, Sweetheart! O Sweetheart! It is not good to live alone. The Lark from Heaven drops like a stone, Sweetheart! O Sweetheart! Straight to his lovely love is gone. The Nightingale makes lover's moan, Sweetheart! O Sweetheart! Pressing his breast Love's thorn upon. Each to his dainty feathered one, Sweetheart! O Sweetheart! Singing his lover's Laud and None. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD |
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