FAIR Muse, beloved of all, thou art no high Imperious goddess of the mount or main, But a sweet maiden of the pastoral plain, To whom the hum of bees, the west wind's sigh, The lapse of waters murmuring tranquilly, Come, like soft music of a May-tide dream. Yet, times there are when some imperial theme, Born of a stormy sunset's marvellous sky, And heralded by thunder and fierce flame, Sweeps o'er thy vision with a mien sublime, And mighty voices, calling on thy name: Then dost thou rise, exultant, thrilled, inspired, Thy song a clarion lay that stirs our time, Hot from the soul some secret god hath fired! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEEDLESS FEAR by EMILY DICKINSON A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER by JOHN MILTON MONDAY'S CHILD by MOTHER GOOSE OLD KING COLE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NIGHT BY THE RIVER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |