The Birds Poem by William Blake

The Birds

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He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;
Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
O thou pride of every field!
She. Yonder stands a lonely tree,
There I live and mourn for thee;
Morning drinks my silent tear,
And evening winds my sorrow bear.

He. O thou summer's harmony,
I have liv'd and mourn'd for thee;
Each day I mourn along the wood,
And night hath heard my sorrows loud.

She. Dost thou truly long for me?
And am I thus sweet to thee?
Sorrow now is at an end,
O my Lover and my Friend!

He. Come, on wings of joy we'll fly
To where my bower hangs on high;
Come, and make thy calm retreat
Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.

Edward Kofi Louis 16 April 2017

On high! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 16 April 2017

Summer's harmony.... thanks for posting....

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Ash Frost 16 April 2017

loveble poem of birds

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jessie shurmer 20 August 2018

it made me cry of joy

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Cooper 07 March 2018

When was it made?

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Benjuzzy Okpuzor 17 April 2017

Nice one, just like my poem LAST DAYS OF MY DIRGE

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Ratnakar Mandlik 16 April 2017

Morning drinks my silent tear, And evening winds my sorrow bear. Simply superb expressions.

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Madhabi Banerjee 16 April 2017

awsome! excellent. how lirical

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