How sweetly sang the bobolink, <br />When thou, my love, wast nigh! <br />His liquid music from the brink <br />Of some cloud-fountain seemed to sink, <br />Far in the blue-domed sky. <br />How sadly sings the bobolink! <br />No more my love is nigh: <br />Yet rise, my spirit, rise, and drink <br />Once more from that cloud-fountain's brink,— <br />Once more before I die!<br /><br />George Parsons Lathrop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bobolink-2/
