ONLY a little book of singing rhymes Yet, when I read, there sudden seemed to ring Soft to my ears the distant caroling And happy note of silver-hearted chimes That pealed in some Arcadian morning-tide When like a rose on roses came the bride. I know one morning, when the world was young And Spring was like a maiden garbed in green, Some Amaryllis turned to look and lean When melodies like these her shepherd sung; So clear, so delicate that scarce a bird Could flute an answer to the notes he heard. I think the great god Pan one day in mirth Piped him a song too fine and exquisite For weight of years to crush and silence it; Too sweet to vanish wholly from the earth, It loitered long in alien ways apart, To spring at last in this new singer's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SANDS OF DEE by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE WINDS OF FATE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP; A LEGEND OF THANET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BLUE HOURS: 1. CLOUD-HORSE by RICK BAROT BLESS, DEAR SAVIOUR, THIS CHILD by THOMAS BECK |