O soul most beautiful, and loving heart! O bright, wild bird, — now crooning on thy nest, Now soaring, sped by a divine unrest, — How Nature speaks through thy perfected Art! — Till from our eyes ecstatic tears do start, Till all our soul and senses are possest, And we must weep or smile at thy behest, And in thine ever changing mood take part, Like watchers on enchanted Mount, who see Fair visions pass at a magician's call, — The fairer for their cloud of mystery, — Who feel the necromancer's spell and fall Entranced beneath its pow'r, nor would be free, So deep the rapture and so sweet the thrall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO LOVE; SONNET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FONTENOY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE WILLOWS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A FATHER OF WOMEN: AD SOROREM E. B. by ALICE MEYNELL THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON THE CAT OF CATS by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |