SO dreamy-soft the notes, so far away They seem to fall, the horns of Oberon Blow their faint Hunt's-up from the good-time gone; Or, on a morning of long-withered May, Larks tinkle unseen o'er Claudian arches gray, That Romeward crawl from Dreamland; and anon My fancy flings her cloak of Darkness on, To vanish from the dungeon of To-day. In happier times and scenes I seem to be, And, as her fingers flutter o'er the strings, The days return when I was young as she, And my fledged thoughts began to feel their wings With all Heaven's blue before them: Memory Or Music is it such enchantment sings? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE WITH MY CIGAR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (2) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SONNET (2) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE MAIDEN'S SORROW by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |