Friday, April 25, 2008
BIRDSONG - AND A LITTLE POETRY
I wake these spring mornings to the wonderful, beautiful song of birds. A truly wonderful way to wake to a new day.
Came across a verse the other day that I rather like.
A light broke in upon my brain -
It was the carol of a bird;
It ceased. And then it came again,
The sweetest song ear ever heard.
- Lord Byron - The Prisoner of Chillon
I'm not sure why I like Byron. It's unlike most poetry that appeals to me. It goes back to Jr. High School I think, when I read Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, and was quite impressed.
I have never forgotten another line he wrote: I love not man the less, but Nature more.