SONG OF THYRSIS
by: Philip Freneau (1752-1832)
- HE turtle
on yon withered bough,
- That lately mourned her murdered mate,
- Has found another comrade now--
- Such changes all await!
- Again her drooping plume is drest,
- Again she's willing to be blest
- And takes her lover to her nest.
- If nature has decreed it so
- With all above, and all below,
- Let us like them forget our woe,
- And not be killed with sorrow.
- If I should quit your arms to-night
- And chance to die before 't was light,
- I would advise you -- and you might --
- Love again to-morrow.
POEMS BY PHILIP FRENEAU
"Song of Thyrsis" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.