Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE INDIGO BIRD, by AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD First Line: When I see / high on the tip-top twig of a tree Last Line: As the gay, gay note of the indigo bird. Alternate Author Name(s): Wetherald, Ethelwyn Subject(s): Birds; Indigo Buntings | ||||||||
WHEN I see High on the tip-top twig of a tree, Something blue by the breezes stirred, But so far up that the blue is blurred, So far up that no green leaf flies 'Twixt its blue and the blue of the skies, Then I know, ere a note be heard, That is naught but the Indigo bird. Blue in the branch and blue in the sky, And naught between but the breezes high, And naught so blue by the breezes stirred As the deep, deep blue of the Indigo bird. When I hear A song like a bird laugh, blithe and clear, As though of some airy jest he had heard The last and the most delightful word, A laugh as fresh in the August haze As it was in the full-voiced April days, Then I know that my heart is stirred By the laugh-like song of the Indigo bird. Joy in the branch and joy in the sky, And naught between but the breezes high; And naught so glad on the breezes heard As the gay, gay note of the Indigo bird. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF THE TREES by AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD THE SNOW-STORM by AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD THE WIND OF DEATH by AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD TO FEBRUARY by AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONNET: 18 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE S. JOHN: THE DISCIPLE, WHOM JESUS LOVED by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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