Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Humorous Poems: IV. Ingenuities: OdditiesLarks and Nightingales
Nathan Haskell Dole (18521935)A
The twilight glory pales,
And o’er the meadows far and wide
Chant pensive bobolinks.
(One might say nightingales!)
I hear the purling brook,
And from the old “manse o’er the lea”
Flies slow the cawing crow.
(In England ’twere a rook!)
Still glow on cottage panes,
And on their lingering homeward way
Walk weary laboring men.
(Oh, would that we had swains!)
Come sounds of tinkling bells,
And songs of merry brown milkmaids,
Sweeter than oriole’s.
(Yes, thank you—Philomel’s!)
All through the night hours dark,
Until I saw the sun’s bright flame
And heard the chickadee.
(Alas we have no lark!)
No swains, no nightingales,
No singing milkmaids (save in books):
The poet does his best—
It is the rhyme that fails!