Like to the echoes, clear and light, The sounding horn arouses, That flit from height to Alpine height, In elfin-like carouses; Then float away, With flamings of the forward-speeding day. Thus, in my soul, thy words awake Ideal aspirations, That heavenwards their pulsion take: Swift dawn-lit exhalations, And swell and rise To steep their being in the infinite skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD ALCOHOL; SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A SONG TO MITHRAS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH |