NOT since proud Marlowe poured his potent song Through fadeless meadows to a marvellous main, Has England hearkened to so sweet a strain -- So sweet as thine, and ah! so subtly strong! Whether sad love it mourns, or wreaks on wrong The rhythmic rage of measureless disdain, Dallies with joy, or swells in fiery pain, What ravished souls the entrancing notes prolong! At thy charmed breath pale histories blush once more: See! Rosamond's smile! drink love from Mary's eyes; Quail at the foul Medici's midnight frown. Or hark to black Bartholomew's anguished cries! Blent with far horns of Calydon widely blown O'er the grim death-growl of the ensanguined boar! But crowned by hope, winged with august desire, Thy muse soars loftiest, when her breath is drawn In stainless liberty's ethereal dawn, And "songs of sunrise" her warm lips suspire: High in auroral radiance, high and higher, She buoys thee up, till, earth's gross vapors gone, Thy proud, flame-girdled spirit gazes on The unveiled fount of freedom's crystal fire. When thou hast drained deep draughts divinely nurst 'Mid lucid lustres, and hale haunts of morn, On lightning thoughts thy choral thunders burst Of rapturous song! Apollo's self, newborn, Might thus have sung from his Olympian sphere; All hearts are thrilled; all nations hushed to hear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES DESPAIR AND FEAR by EMILY DICKINSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 24 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |