Whose ear is tuned to rhythm nature gives Will find his joy in music magnified; Each hour may bring new harmony that lives And throbs in every dale and countryside. The anthem sung by meadow larks at dawn, Low sounds of sleepy herds, content to rest, The chirp of crickets on a sunlit lawn, Brisk swallows' chatter, as they fly to nest, The plaintive moan of wind in rocking trees, A scythe's clean swish that lays ripe grasses low, Defiant boom of shore-flung angry seas, The fall of silent flakes on marble snow: All these make music to rejoice the heart That beats in tune with nature's rhythmic art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FABRIC OF LIFE by KAY RYAN HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON TO MY HONORED FRIEND SIR ROBERT HOWARD by JOHN DRYDEN GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM THE GARDEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD TO --, WITH ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |