My heart has thank'd thee, BOWLES! for those soft strains, That, on the still air floating, tremblingly Wak'd in me Fancy, Love, and Sympathy! For hence, not callous to a Brother's pains Thro' Youth's gay prime and thornless paths I went; And, when the @3darker@1 day of life began, And I did roam, a thought-bewilder'd man Thy kindred Lays an healing solace lent, Each lonely pang with dreamy joys combin'd, And stole from vain REGRET her scorpion stings; While shadowy PLEASURE, with mysterious wings, Brooded the wavy and tumultuous mind, Like that great Spirit, who with plastic sweep Mov'd on the darkness of the formless Deep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: THE LETTER by ALFRED TENNYSON PRINCE ALDFRITH'S ITINERARY THROUGH IRELAND by ALDFRITH THE LAY OF THE LEVITE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 16 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE SHEPHERD'S SONG: A CAROL OR HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS by EDMUND BOLTON |