The Woodthrush
From the shadowy woods, the woodthrush sings, A story told in glimmers and lures, With notes like agate bright on silver wings, A song of souls in love that endures.
His heart beats strong, a myriad sigh, Rising in the evening’s sweet embrace, As Nature’s siren draws me nigh, To linger in her green, enchanting space. —Sidney Lanier
- Sidney Lanier