I.
She, who so long has lain
Stone-stiff with folded wings,
Within my heart again
The brown bird wakes and sings.
Brown nightingale, whose strain
Is heard by day, by night,
She sings of joy and pain,
Of sorrow and delight.
II.
'Tis true,--in other days
Have I unbarred the door;
He knows the walks and ways--
Love has been here before.
Love blest and love accurst
Was here in days long past;
This time is not the first,
But this time is the last.
Beautiful last two lines soft but penetrating intensely through!
...but this time is the last How one line can throw a slightly different shade of emotion on all the lines before. Very good
Love blest and love accurst Was here in days long past; This time is not the first, But this time is the last. a fine touching and moving poem.. sadness.. powerful. tony
Tender, sweet and touching poem, with melancholy and yet a strong personality. Thank you for sharing this impressive poetry, powerfully rendered.
Deep feelings expressed in a lyrical rhyme scheme and sincere tone. I would be very thankful if you kindly rate and review one of my poems
Brown nightingale, whose strain Is heard by day, by night' She sings of joy and pain, Of sorrow and delight Captivating write. Thanks for sharing it here.