THE low sweet melody of ancient song Kisses asleep the heavy eyes of grief. When autumn falls and withers every leaf, When daylight shrinks and stormy nights grow long, When winter-wind and winter-cold are strong, And sorrow holds the weary heart in fief, The low sweet melody of ancient song Kisses asleep the heavy eyes of grief. When golden love lies bound with iron thong, And noble tales but mock our dull belief, When mirth has garnered every radiant sheaf And all the sickly world is harsh and wrong, The low sweet melody of ancient song Kisses asleep the heavy eyes of grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE AD LESBIAM by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH COMPARES THE TROUBLES WHICH HE HAS UNDERGONE, TO LABOURS OF HERCULES by PHILIP AYRES BOTHWELL: PART 1 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNET TO THE SEA SERPENT by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 23 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |