In the canon
The Darkling Thrush
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1900
- Pages
- Pages 1
On the last evening of a dying century, a poet leans over a gate at a landscape stripped bare as a corpse, until a thin old thrush bursts into joyful song, and he wonders if it knows some hope the fading light has hidden from him.
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew / And I was unaware.
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