I Whispered To The Bobolink

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Title:     I Whispered To The Bobolink
Author: Isabel Ecclestone Mackay [More Titles by Mackay]

I WHISPERED to the bobolink:
"Sweet singer of the field,
Teach me a song to reach a heart
In maiden armor steeled."

"If there be such a song," sang he,
"No bird can tell its mystery."

I bent above the sweetest rose,
A deeper sweet to stir--
"O Rose," I begged, "what charm will wake
The deep, sweet heart of her?"

"Alas, poor lover," sighed the rose,
"The charm you seek no flower knows."

I wandered by the midnight lake
Where heaven lay confessed
"Tell me," I cried, "what draws the stars
To lie upon your breast?"

The silence woke to soft reply
"When Heaven stoops--demand not why!"

"Alas, sweet maid, love's potent charm
I cannot beg or buy,
I cannot wrest it from the wind
Or steal it from the sky--"

Breathless, I caught her whisper low,
"I love you--why, I do not know!"

[The end]
Isabel Ecclestone Mackay's poem: I Whispered To The Bobolink

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