TO THE WHIP-POOR-WILL.
I.Bird of the lone and joyless night,Whence is thy sad and solemn lay?Attendant on the pale moon’s light,Why shun the garish blaze of day?II.When darkness fills the dewy air,Nor sounds the song of happier bird,Alone amid the silence thereThy wild and plaintive note is heard.III.Thyself unseen, thy pensive moanPoured in no loving comrade’s ear;The forest’s shaded depths aloneThat mournful melody can hear.IV.Beside what still and secret spring,In what dark wood, the livelong day,Sitt’st thou with dusk and folded wing,To while the hours of light away.V.Sad minstrel! thou hast learned like me,That life’s deceitful gleam is vain;And well the lesson profits thee,Who will not trust its charms again!VI.Thou, unbeguiled, thy plaint dost trill,To listening night when mirth is o’er:I, heedless of the warning still,Believe, to be deceived once more!E. F. E.
I.Bird of the lone and joyless night,Whence is thy sad and solemn lay?Attendant on the pale moon’s light,Why shun the garish blaze of day?II.When darkness fills the dewy air,Nor sounds the song of happier bird,Alone amid the silence thereThy wild and plaintive note is heard.III.Thyself unseen, thy pensive moanPoured in no loving comrade’s ear;The forest’s shaded depths aloneThat mournful melody can hear.IV.Beside what still and secret spring,In what dark wood, the livelong day,Sitt’st thou with dusk and folded wing,To while the hours of light away.V.Sad minstrel! thou hast learned like me,That life’s deceitful gleam is vain;And well the lesson profits thee,Who will not trust its charms again!VI.Thou, unbeguiled, thy plaint dost trill,To listening night when mirth is o’er:I, heedless of the warning still,Believe, to be deceived once more!E. F. E.
I.
I.
Bird of the lone and joyless night,Whence is thy sad and solemn lay?Attendant on the pale moon’s light,Why shun the garish blaze of day?
Bird of the lone and joyless night,
Whence is thy sad and solemn lay?
Attendant on the pale moon’s light,
Why shun the garish blaze of day?
II.
II.
When darkness fills the dewy air,Nor sounds the song of happier bird,Alone amid the silence thereThy wild and plaintive note is heard.
When darkness fills the dewy air,
Nor sounds the song of happier bird,
Alone amid the silence there
Thy wild and plaintive note is heard.
III.
III.
Thyself unseen, thy pensive moanPoured in no loving comrade’s ear;The forest’s shaded depths aloneThat mournful melody can hear.
Thyself unseen, thy pensive moan
Poured in no loving comrade’s ear;
The forest’s shaded depths alone
That mournful melody can hear.
IV.
IV.
Beside what still and secret spring,In what dark wood, the livelong day,Sitt’st thou with dusk and folded wing,To while the hours of light away.
Beside what still and secret spring,
In what dark wood, the livelong day,
Sitt’st thou with dusk and folded wing,
To while the hours of light away.
V.
V.
Sad minstrel! thou hast learned like me,That life’s deceitful gleam is vain;And well the lesson profits thee,Who will not trust its charms again!
Sad minstrel! thou hast learned like me,
That life’s deceitful gleam is vain;
And well the lesson profits thee,
Who will not trust its charms again!
VI.
VI.
Thou, unbeguiled, thy plaint dost trill,To listening night when mirth is o’er:I, heedless of the warning still,Believe, to be deceived once more!E. F. E.
Thou, unbeguiled, thy plaint dost trill,
To listening night when mirth is o’er:
I, heedless of the warning still,
Believe, to be deceived once more!
E. F. E.
My Dog