A CERTAIN Chopin prelude once I heard. Strive as I may to tell, no mortal word Can all-express that music. Like a bird My soul went up the blue -- the sweetest pain, The deepest passion, love without a stain, A high and holy yearning that had lain Buried, did come in a white company, In tremulous procession, unto me. For an immortal moment I was free Of the flesh, and leaped in spirit and was strong With beauty, shaken by magic of that song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE RAINY DAY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |