YES, as a sunburst flushing mountain-snow, Fell the celestial touch of fire ere long On the pale stillness of thy thoughtful brow, And thy calm spirit lightened into song. Unconsciously, perchance, yet free and strong Flowed the majestic joy of tuneful words, Which living harps the choirs of heaven among Might well have linked with their divinest chords. Full many a strain, borne far on glory's blast, Shall leave, where once its haughty music passed, No more to memory than a reed's faint sigh; While thine, O childlike Virgin! through all time Shall send its fervent breath o'er every clime, Being of God, and therefore not to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ECLOGUE: THE COMMON A-TOOK IN by WILLIAM BARNES SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED) SYMPHONY by FRANCES BARTLETT BATTLE AT THE RIVER RAISIN; JANUARY 22, 1813 by LEVI BISHOP THE FIRST BOOK OF URIZEN by WILLIAM BLAKE SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 1. HER CLOTHES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |