Classic Poem

The Wood-Dove's Note

Meadows with yellow cowslips all aglow,
—Glory of sunshine on the uplands bare,
And faint and far, with sweet elusive flow,
—The Wood-dove's plaintive call,
“ O where! where! where! ”

Straight with old Omar in the almond grove
—From whitening boughs I breathe the odors rare
And hear the princess mourning for her love
—With sad unwearied plaint,
“ O where! where! where! ”

New madrigals in each soft pulsing throat—
—New life upleaping to the brooding air—
Still the heart answers to that questing note,
—“Soul of the vanished years,
O where! where! where! ”English