
In a green and still wood, the speaker hears a bird sing music of extraordinary sweetness. The song seems pure, fresh, and filled with the joy of life and first-awakened love. Beside the speaker is a beloved whose words mingle with the bird’s heavenly harmonies, lifting both music and love beyond ordinary physical sensation. Through this night’s experience, the speaker feels for the first time the true soul of song and of Love.
By Marie Van Vorst · First published 1921 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry, Nature Poetry · 123 words
Last night I heard in the wood green and still, / The sweetest music sung by any bird. / I never knew the soul of song, until / Last night I heard.
Pure as life's morning, warm as love first stirred, / Fresh it outpoured our close attent to fill. / Dearest, you were beside me, and your word / Did through the heavenly harmonies distil / The spirit's joy: and grosser sense was blurred. / I never knew the soul of Love, until -- / Last night I heard!
L'Oiseau Des Bois is listed on Textopian as a poem by Marie Van Vorst, dated 1921 CE.
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French literature · novel · fiction · romance · drama · society · love · relationships · psychological fiction · character study · early twentieth century · European setting