English poem
“Hark! ’Tis The Thrush, Undaunted, Undeprest”
Composed 1838.--Published 1838
One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”--ED.
Hark! ’tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, By twilight premature of cloud and rain; Nor does that roaring wind deaden his strain Who carols thinking of his Love and nest, And seems, as more incited, still more blest. Thanks; thou hast snapped a fire-side Prisoner’s chain, Exulting Warbler! eased a fretted brain, And in a moment charmed my cares to rest. Yes, I will forth, bold Bird! and front the blast, That we may sing together, if thou wilt, So loud, so clear, my Partner through life’s day, Mute in her nest love-chosen, if not love-built Like thine, shall gladden, as in seasons past, Thrilled by loose snatches of the social Lay.
RYDAL MOUNT, 1838.
1838.
… undaunted, unopprest, Struggling with twilight premature and rain. Loud roars the wind, but smothers not his strain
MS.
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