Poems (Chitwood)/To Too
TO TOO.
Go! bird of thought! on snowy wingSeek those belov'd ones far away.Go, bird of thought! and fondly sing,Till the soul's atmosphere shall ringTo those charm'd poet hearts to-day.
Perchance, this hour they keep their trystOf soul communion pure and true.May peace be o'er them as a mistThe bright May morning sun hath kissed,Or cloud of radiant iris hue.
Go! bird of thought, and sing of meA gentle and bewildering strain—A gush of silvery melodyWhose echoes sweet shall long remain.
Oh! tell them how I pine to hearThose dear twin-voices that so longHave poured upon my list'ning car,Like fountain gushes soft and clear,The rapture-moving tide of song.
Go! bird of thought, the soul's sweet thingsUttered by their lips, bring to me,As harps bring music on their strings,As bees bring honey on their wings,When summer's twilight veils the lea.
And in my heart I'll fondly keepMy jewels with a jealous care;As in the ocean's caverns deepRare gems of rainbow brightness sleep,Shining through folds of darkness there.
Come, bird of Hope! and whisper low,That, in another, fairer clime,Whose brightness earth eyes can not know,Our kindred souls on plumes of snow,Shall rest, nor count the flight of time.
Come, bird of Hope! thy witching strainCan charm away my rising tears;Oh! tell me that the three-linked chainShall be re-bound and shine againIn heaven, through love's eternal years.