Two open windows where I went to sing Faced north and east; and red leaves danced outside. Within, the sounds of many practicing Swirled as the leaves when hunting winds range wide. And as I sang I set my spirit free; Then suddenly, before I scarcely knew, The sky came flowing in and buried me Beneath an airy sea of perfect blue. In that clear moment I stood dumb with wonder That music speaks the language of all things; Of sky and flowers, of love and lust for plunder, Of pride and pain, and thoughts that soar with wings. Mere words can never climb where thought ascends, But music just begins where language ends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUCTION: ANDERSON GALLERIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I FIFTY YEARS (1863-1913) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SISTERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS AT THE FIRESIDE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TWO HELPERS by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT THE PRIDE OF BEAUTY by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |