The Canadian Rossignol (In May)
When furrowed fields of shaded brown,
And emerald meadows spread between,
And belfries towering from the town,
All blent in wavering mists are seen;
When quickening woods with freshening hue
Along Mount Royal rolling swell,
When winds caress and May is new,
Oh, then my shy bird sings so well!
Because the bloodroots flock so white,
And blossoms scent the wooing air,
And mounds with trillium flags are dight,
And dells with violets frail and rare;
Because such velvet leaves unclose,
And new-born rills all chiming ring,
And blue the sun-kissed river flows,
My timid bird is forced to sing.
A joyful flourish lilted clear,
Four notes, then fails the frolic song,
And memories of a sweeter year
The wistful cadences prolong;—
“A sweeter year — Oh, heart too sore!—
I cannot sing!”— So ends the lay.
Long silence. Then awakes once more
His song, ecstatic with the May.
~~
E.W. Thomson (1849-1924)
from The Many-Mansioned House, and other poems, 1909
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
E.W. Thomson biography
rossignol = nightingale
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