Am I, indeed, th' AEolian harp, That to each breeze responsive swells; Within whose slight and quiv'ring strings, No deep and inborn music dwells? Am I the pool, where flower, and leaf, And wand'ring cloud, and flitting beam, Are glassed in beauty and in joy, Then pass away, a silent dream? Oh, wert thou then the constant wind, -- To wake my echoes, and to play The measures of thy own soul out Upon my chords, for aye and aye! Wert thou the flower, the leaf, the cloud, The ray of a transcendent sun! Casting thy splendour in my deeps, And flaming grandly on and on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES COUSIN NANCY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE SHADOW ON THE STONE by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM HENDECASYLLABICS by ALFRED TENNYSON THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |