The mutilated choir boys When I begin to sing Complain about the awful noise And call my voice too thick a thing. When light their voices lift them up, Bright notes against the ear, Through trills and runs like crystal, Ring delicate and clear. They sing of Love that's grown desirous, Of Love, and joy that is Love's inmost part, And all the ladies swim through tears Toward such a work of art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAGNETIC MOUNTAIN: 32 by CECIL DAY LEWIS COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALCOVE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD II PETER II 22 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CONSOLATION by ANNE BRONTE IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |