The song that bursts and shatters The death-sleep of the night, And tears our dreams to tatters, Is shorn of sheer delight -- The whole was stolen boldly From every foe and friend. Yet who could listen coldly; Be moral -- to the end, When above each rounded note Rises high the thinner Music never sung by rote -- Anguish of a sinner? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY: THE GHOST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE MAIZE by WILLIAM WHITEMAN FOSDICK WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 3. BEAUTY UNLOOKED FOR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |