Poems (Edwards)/The Wandering Bird
THE WANDERING BIRD.
There came to our forests a wandering Bird,
It moved 'mid the leaves as if something it feared,
It perched on the boughs of the dark bending trees,
And floated along like the wing of the breeze;
And soft, as my spirit bent over that bird,
From its desolate bosom, low numbers I heard.
It moved 'mid the leaves as if something it feared,
It perched on the boughs of the dark bending trees,
And floated along like the wing of the breeze;
And soft, as my spirit bent over that bird,
From its desolate bosom, low numbers I heard.
"I am alone in the forest dim,
Alone, alone, I must chant my hymn,
The birds I loved have left me all,
They are gone to dwell in a summer hall,
They have soared away to a clime more free,
And a bluer sky,—alas for me!
I linger here in these dark old woods,
I roam along through their solitudes,
Where no song is sung and no step is heard,
Alas! alas! for the stranger Bird."
Alone, alone, I must chant my hymn,
The birds I loved have left me all,
They are gone to dwell in a summer hall,
They have soared away to a clime more free,
And a bluer sky,—alas for me!
I linger here in these dark old woods,
I roam along through their solitudes,
Where no song is sung and no step is heard,
Alas! alas! for the stranger Bird."
"Lone Bird," I exclaimed, with a tear and sigh,
As I looked in its soft and bewitching eye,
"Thou art not a stranger forever alone,
There's many a spirit on earth like thine own;
Thou wandering Bird, knowest thou, that thou art
Portraying the loneliness of many a heart."
As I looked in its soft and bewitching eye,
"Thou art not a stranger forever alone,
There's many a spirit on earth like thine own;
Thou wandering Bird, knowest thou, that thou art
Portraying the loneliness of many a heart."