JUBILANT the music through the fields a-ringing, -- Carol, warble, whistle, pipe, -- endless ways of singing, Oriole, bobolink, melody of thrushes, Rustling trees, hum of bees, sudden little hushes, Broken suddenly again -- Carol, whistle, rustle, humming, In reiterate refrain, Thither, hither, going, coming, While the streamlets' softer voices mingle murmurously together; Gurgle, whisper, lapses, plashes, -- praise of love and summer weather. Hark! A music finer on the air is blowing, -- Throbs of infinite content, sounds of things a-growing, Secret sounds, flit of bird under leafy cover, Odors shy floating by, clouds blown swiftly over, Kisses of the crimson roses, Crosses of the lily-lances, Stirrings when a bud uncloses, Tripping sun and shadow dances, Murmur of aerial tides, stealthy zephyrs gliding, And a thousand nameless things sweeter for their hiding. Ah! a music more than these floweth on forever, In and out, yet all beyond our tracing or endeavor, Far yet clear, strange yet near, sweet with a profounder sweetness, Mystical, rhythmical, weaving all into completeness; For its wide, harmonious measures Not one earthly note let fall; Sorrows, raptures, pains and pleasures, All in it, and it in all. Of earth's music the ennobler, of its discord the refiner, Pipe of Pan was once its naming, now it hath a name diviner. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 114 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |