Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Archy's Song From Charles The First (A Widow Bird Sate Mourning For Her Love) - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Heigho! the lark and the owl!
One flies the morning, and one lulls the night:
Only the nightingale, poor fond soul,
Sings like the fool through darkness and light.

'A widow bird sate mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.

'There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound.'


Comments about Archy's Song From Charles The First (A Widow Bird Sate Mourning For Her Love) by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Rookie BEAU GOLDEN (3/26/2010 3:28:00 PM)

    such beauty as we sit with him and look out his window! _beau golden (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Tahir Baban (3/27/2005 2:48:00 PM)

    very good and expressing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 7, 2011


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