Hear!
Hear!
Oh, will you hear?
Reed-notes clear,
(Fluted in flowery, May-drowsed solitudes,
Filtered through sun-steeped woods)
A challenge hurled
To all the singing world!
I, the mocking bird,
Am stirred
With song’s wild rapture; and the prophet’s mood
Grows stronger in me with each freer breath
Of balm-buds sweet as meth;
I am no singer rude;
Here, drink my melody, spiced with things as good
As made the bragget that old Chaucer brewed.
Or if Villon
You dote upon,
I have his note and more,
And Ronsard’s best in store,
Caught from a gay gar
(Maurice Thompson)
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