Music to my Soul Like honey to the Bee, I sit upon a knoll Looking on the Lea. Thanking God for Sound That touches my inmost Self, For echoes we have found, A sound dancing as an Elf. I hear Music in the Trees, Music in the Birds, And when the Snow doth freeze, 'Tis Music of the herds. The babbling Brook Has Music for me, And every little nook. But greater far, as I see, Is the Music made by Man, Which I seek whene'er I can. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN PLEAD FOR ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY |