Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I Whispered To The Bobolink - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I WHISPERED to the bobolink:
'Sweet singer of the field,
Teach me a song to reach a heart
In maiden armor steeled.'
'If there be such a song,' sang he,
'No bird can tell its mystery.'
I bent above the sweetest rose,
A deeper sweet to stir--
'O Rose,' I begged, 'what charm will wake
The deep, sweet heart of her?'
'Alas, poor lover,' sighed the rose,
'The charm you seek no flower knows.'
I wandered by the midnight lake
Where heaven lay confessed
'Tell me,' I cried, 'what draws the stars
To lie upon your breast?'
The silence woke to soft reply
'When Heaven stoops--demand not why!'
'Alas, sweet maid, love's potent charm
I cannot beg or buy,
I cannot wrest it from the wind
Or steal it from the sky--'
Breathless, I caught her whisper low,
'I love you--why, I do not know!'
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