And if the song should die ... what then ... O man Of little faith! Whose lips would shape the tune Of milky ways or sound the flute of Pan, If once the pendulum should pause too soon? Whose heart would swing across the empty space To bridge that silent time, if when the song Should die there was no other one to place A lyric melody where shadows throng? O nightingale, and all lone throats that sing, O blue bird, meadow lark and woodland thrush, To you the weight of leaden thought must cling And tick away the hours of midnight hush. But if the song should die ... who would recall The lilt of spring when leaves of autumn fall? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUTH OF NATURE: WORDSWORTH'S COUNTRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |