Sweet sounds, begone -- Whose music on my ear Stirs foolish discontent Of lingering here; When, if I crossed The crystal verge of death, Him I should see Who these sounds murmureth. Sweet sounds, begone -- Ask not my heart to break Its bond of bravery for Sweet quiet's sake; Lure not my feet To leave the path they must Tread on, unfaltering, Till I sleep in dust. Sweet sounds, begone! Though silence brings apace Deadly disquiet Of this homeless place; And all I love In beauty cries to me, 'We but vain shadows And reflections be.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEWISH LULLABY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HIS LADY'S HAND by THOMAS WYATT REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES RELEASE by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD UPON MY FATHERS SUDDEN & DANGEROUS SICKNESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |