Poems (Chitwood)/To Too

by Mary Louisa Chitwood

TO TOO.

Go! bird of thought! on snowy wing
Seek those belov'd ones far away.
Go, bird of thought! and fondly sing,
Till the soul's atmosphere shall ring
To those charm'd poet hearts to-day.

Perchance, this hour they keep their tryst
Of soul communion pure and true.
May peace be o'er them as a mist
The bright May morning sun hath kissed,
Or cloud of radiant iris hue.

Go! bird of thought, and sing of me
A gentle and bewildering strain—
A gush of silvery melody
Whose echoes sweet shall long remain.

Oh! tell them how I pine to hear
Those dear twin-voices that so long
Have 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 things
Uttered 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 keep
My jewels with a jealous care;
As in the ocean's caverns deep
Rare 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 strain
Can charm away my rising tears;
Oh! tell me that the three-linked chain
Shall be re-bound and shine again
In heaven, through love's eternal years.