I crave a sentient soulin recompense For weary, laden hands and crowded days Alive to music of the world at work, The hum of streets, the song of glad highways. To whispering of ships across the sea, Fantasias on the softly throbbing air; To nocturnes of the forest in the dusk The melody and rhythm everywhere; Roulades of mystic carriers of thought, To cadences all childrens' feet rehearse; Te Deum of the mountains, march of plains The voice of God throughout his universe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH DE GUSTIBUS' by ROBERT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 49. THE ENGLISH RACE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |