I
Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light,
Which over the earth before man came was winging;
There's a contralto voice I heard last night,
That lodges with me still in its sweet singing.
II
Such a dream is Time that the coo of this ancient bird
Has perished not, but is blent, or will be blending
Mid visionless wilds of space with the voice that I heard,
In the full-fuged song of the universe unending.
In A Museum
Thomas Hardy
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Poem topics: dream, light, night, song, space, time, earth, sweet, long, ancient, universe, bird, voice, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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