I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
WISDOM
Out of the sun’s way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed then the soft white snow’s is,
Under the roses, I hid my heart.
Why would it sleep not?
Why should it start,
When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred?
What made sleep flutter his wings and part?
Only the song of a secret bird.
Lie still, I said, for the wind’s wing closes,
And mild leaves muffle the keen sun’s dart;
Lie still, for the wind on the warm seas dozes,
And the wind is more unquiet yet than thou art.
Does a thought in thee still as a thorn’s wound smart?
Does the fang still fret thee of hope deferred?
What bids the lips of thy sleep disport?
Only the song of a secret bird.
The green land’s name that a charm encloses,
It was never writ in the traveller’s chart,
And sweet on its trees as the fruit that grows is,
It was never sold in the merchant’s mart.
The swallows of dreams through its dim fields dart,
And sleep’s are the tunes in its tree-tops heard;
No hound’s note wakens the wildwood heart,
Only the song of a secret bird.
Envoy
In the world of dreams,
I have chosen my part,
To sleep for a season and hear no word
Of true love’s truth or light love’s art,
Only the song of a secret bird.
The heart, an organ as old as time itself, has always carried within itself a sense of mystery and wonder. It is the source of our passions, the seat of our emotions, and the wellspring of our desires. From the first time we feel its beat in our mother’s womb to the very end of our lives, it never stops working, never stops yearning for something more.
Yet, despite all the joy and pain it brings us, our hearts remain enigmatic and elusive. We can only glimpse its true depths through poetry and music, through the artful expression of those who have devoted their lives to understanding its secrets.
This is what makes the poem “The Secret Bird” so powerful. It speaks to the heart’s longing for something beyond what we can see and touch. It asks us to listen to the whispers of our deepest desires, to follow the path that only our hearts can show us.
For in the world of dreams, where the poet chooses to reside, there is nothing but the song of the secret bird. It is a song that speaks to us all, if only we listen closely enough. It tells us that love is not a simple thing, but a complex tapestry of hopes and fears, joys and sorrows. It reminds us that the heart is a wild and untamable thing, full of contradictions and uncertainties.
But most of all, it tells us that our hearts are always searching for something more. Some call it love, some call it truth, others call it God. But whatever we choose to call it, the secret bird’s song reminds us that it is always there, waiting for us to hear its call. And so we listen, not with our ears, but with our hearts, and we know that we are not alone.
3 replies on “Heart ~”
Absolutely PRECIOUS! a beautiful piece, flowing from the perfect, loving heart! Sigh! Thank-you for your BEAUTY! <3
Violets are Blue My love
And so are you Beautiful🤗
Wonderful! 👍👍
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