My Heart When First The Black-Bird Sings
Read 'My Heart When First The Black-Bird Sings' by 'Robert Louis Stevenson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
MY heart, when first the blackbird sings,
My heart drinks in the song:
Cool pleasure fills my bosom through
And spreads each nerve along.
My bosom eddies quietly,
My heart is stirred and cool
As when a wind-moved briar sweeps
A stone into a pool
But unto thee, when thee I meet,
My pulses thicken fast,
As when the maddened lake grows black
And ruffles in the blast.
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