written by Walter de la Mare
|Poems (1906)||Link to further information|
Sparrow and nightingale — did ever such
Strange birds consort in one untravelled heart ?
And yet what signs of summer, and what signs
Of the keen snows humanity hath passed
To come to this wild apple-day ! To think
So young a throat might rave so old a tune !
Youth's amber eyes reflect such ardent stars,
And capture heav'n with glancing ! Was she not
Learn'd by some angel from her mother's womb
At last to be Love's mistress ? doth not he
Rest all his arrows now and mutely adream
Seek his own peace in her Italian locks?
Cometh not Romeo singing in the night? —
Singing of youth — whose clust'ring locks do nod
And weave confusing shadows o'er his brow.
Sing on bright tongue and quench these fears of silence! —
But at the end waits Death to pluck his bloom,
Which is of yew the everlasting star.
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