I HEAR a rainbird singing <br />Far off. How fine and clear <br />His plaintive voice comes ringing <br />With rapture to the ear! <br />Over the misty wood-lots, <br />Across the first spring heat, <br />Comes the enchanted cadence, <br />So clear, so solemn-sweet. <br />How often I have hearkened <br />To that high pealing strain <br />Across wild cedar barrens, <br />Under the soft gray rain! <br />How often I have wondered, <br />And longed in vain to know <br />The source of that enchantment, <br />That touch of human woe! <br />O brother, who first taught thee <br />To haunt the teeming spring <br />With that sad mortal wisdom <br />Which only age can bring?<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rainbird/
