A vision as of crowded city streets, With human life in endless overflow; Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow To battle; clamor, in obscure retreats, Of sailors landed from their anchored fleets; Tolling of bells in turrets, and below Voices of children, and bright flowers that throw O'er garden-walls their intermingled sweets! This vision comes to me when I unfold The volume of the Poet paramount, Whom all the Muses loved, not one alone;-- Into his hands they put the lyre of gold, And, crowned with sacred laurel at their fount, Placed him as Musagetes on their throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO HIS DEAD BODY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON AUNTIE'S SKIRTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |