Do you remember, father,—
It seems so long ago,—
The day we fished together
Along the Pocono?
At dusk I waited for you,
Beside the lumber-mill,
And there I heard a hidden bird
That chanted, “whip-poor-will,”
“Whippoorwill! whippoorwill!”
Sad and shrill,—“whippoorwill!”
[Excerpt]
This is the first stanza of the poem.