Explore "Later Life: a Double Sonnet of Sonnets" by Christina Georgina Rossetti on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
A hundred thousand birds salute the day: -- / One solitary bird salutes the night: / Its mellow grieving wiles our grief away, / And tunes our weary watches to delight; / It seems to sing the thoughts we cannot say, / To know and sing them, and to set them right; / Until we feel once more that May is May, / And hope some buds may bloom without a blight. / This solitary bird outweighs, outvies, / The hundred thousand merry-making birds / Whose innocent warblings yet might make us wise / Would we but follow when they bid us rise, / Would we but set their notes of praise to words / And launch our hearts up with them to the skies.