I was walking in a meadow of Paradise
When I heard a singing
Far away and sweet
Like a Roman harp,
Sweet and murmurous
Like the wind,
Far and soft
Like the fir trees.
It will not change a song
If the bird has a golden crest;
No feathers of blue and rose-red
Could make a song.
I have known in my dreaming
A gray bird that sang
While all the fields listened!
The Bird of Paradise is like flowers of many trees
Blooming on one:
I saw him in the meadow,
But it was the gray bird I heard singing
Beyond and far.
Bird Of Paradise
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: away, change, red, rose, wind, blue, roman, walking, soft, golden, song, sweet, paradise, meadow, bird, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Kelvin: Well sifted poem, with a picturing atmosphere of nature's beauty
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