by: James Russell Lowell
- Y heart,
I cannot still it,
- Nest that had song-birds in it;
- And when the last shall go,
- The dreary days to fill it,
- Instead of lark or linnet,
- Shall whirl dead leaves and snow.
- Had they been swallows only,
- Without the passion stronger
- That skyward longs and sings,--
- Woe's me, I shall be lonely
- When I can feel no longer
- The impatience of their wings!
- A moment, sweet delusion,
- Like birds the brown leaves hover;
- But it will not be long
- Before their wild confusion
- Fall wavering down to cover
- The poet and his song.
MORE POEMS BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL
"Auspex" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.