The Wailing Bird
Behold the wretched bird of joy and youth
Whose song was stolen by the winter night!
It wails with an undying thirst for truth
And barren valleys drape its lonely flight.
Soar high to fair felicity, dear friend!
Who else on earth can turn man’s heart to joy,
And his gray passions with bright colors blend?
Return to sing of how life’s bitter ploy
Has chained him down, and cleverly undone
His brightest dreams, the fabric etched in gold
Which you—and you alone—have nimbly spun!
Return to sing of how his dreams were sold!
Upon the ruined temple’s steps I sit
And think of your light trills, now gone for long.
Unflaggingly I wait, my watcher’s candle lit,
To hear your graceful voice and blissful song.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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