TO AN ORIOLE
by: Edgar Fawcett (1847-1904)
- OW falls
it, oriole, thou hast come to fly
- In tropic splendor through our Northern sky?
- At some glad moment was it nature's choice
- To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?
- Or did some orange tulip, flaked with black,
- In some forgotten garden, ages back,
- Yearning toward Heaven until its wish was heard,
- Desire unspeakably to be a bird?
POEMS BY EDGAR FAWCETT
"To an Oriole" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.