WHY is it that yon far-off, mellowed horn Sounds like an antique story, half-forlorn, Half-sweet, with iterance of rare echoes sent Up the serenely listening firmament? I thrill, soul-smitten by each melting tone About the golden distant spaces blown, As if soft pathos came on rhythmic sighs From out the heart of vanished centuries. Distance is magic! in its fairy hold Are alchemies that change even dross to gold, -- While beauty's nymph, too closely seen or pressed, Melts to mere shadow from the enamored quest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE; A FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A NEWPORT ROMANCE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM COLUMBUS [JANUARY, 1487] by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON THE CALL OF THE DESERT by EMILY BALDWIN |