Ah, when the gentle breath of Spring comes o'er The harp, Aeolian melody is born; Child of the skies, young music smiles once more, Then starts and dies amidst the autumnal storm! Life is a lyre, and fate the winds of heaven That tread upon its chords with steps uneven; The zephyrs' and the breezes' downy wings Fan pleasures laughing on the living strings; The wintry blasts that bid the lyre complain Are love rejected, penury and pain; And death the awful hurricane that rends Its bars asunder, and its music ends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY BEAUTIFUL LADY by THOMAS WOOLNER THE AMERICAN FIREMAN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER THE WAY THAT LOVERS USE by RUPERT BROOKE THE LORDS OF LIFE: 5. VENUS by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE THE BOOK by ISABEL FISKE CONANT |