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Poem June 14, 1850

Kenosha Telegraph

Kenosha, Kenosha County, Wisconsin

What is this article about?

A lyrical song by Paul Soboleski reflecting on the poet's carefree inspiration from spring nature and birds, journeys through past and vast regions, solace in flowers and angels amid sorrow from lost love, retreat to heaven for comfort, and hope for an immortal soul beyond earthly life.

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THE POET'S SONG.
BY PAUL SOBOLESKI.

When Spring unfolds her foliage green,
And birds their songs begin to breathe,
My strain, like theirs, is free from care;
I fly above—descend beneath!

I fly, and haunt the vanished past,
Mid tempests' low and wavering moan;
I gaze upon the regions vast.
And listen to the whirlwind's tone.

I feel the world's bright aspect 'round;
From flowers sweet I take my life;
I list to angel's praising sound,
And soon forget all earthly strife.

Although this happy, lonely heart
At times with sorrow is oppress'd:
Twice has it lov'd—sad thought, depart!
And leave this friendless heart at rest.

If for a while my bosom beats,
And trembles, fill'd with pain or fear;
My mind to Heaven then retreats,
And there dispels each bitter tear!

But when I end life's short career,
And bid this earth a last adieu—
Another world again will cheer
The heart that seldom sorrow knew.

Although the body pass from hence,
The soul immortal shall not die;
A few remaining thoughts on earth
May tell I soar'd beyond the sky.

What sub-type of article is it?

Song Ode

What themes does it cover?

Nature Seasons Love Courtship Religious Faith

What keywords are associated?

Poet Song Spring Foliage Birds Songs Vanished Past Earthly Strife Lonely Heart Heaven Retreats Immortal Soul

What entities or persons were involved?

By Paul Soboleski.

Poem Details

Title

The Poet's Song.

Author

By Paul Soboleski.

Form / Style

Stanzas With Abab Rhyme Scheme

Key Lines

When Spring Unfolds Her Foliage Green, And Birds Their Songs Begin To Breathe, Twice Has It Lov'd—Sad Thought, Depart! My Mind To Heaven Then Retreats, The Soul Immortal Shall Not Die;

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