THE pouring music, soft and strong, Some God within her sould has lit, Her face is rosy with the song And her gray eyes are sweet with it. A woman so with singing fir'd, Has earth a lovelier sight than this? Oh, he that look'd had soon desir'd Those lips to fasten with a kiss. But let not him that race begin Who seeks not toward its utmost goal; Give me an hour for drinking in Her fragrant and her early soul. To happier hearts I leave the rest, Who less and more than I shall know, For me, world-weary, it is best To listen for an hour and go: To lift her hand, and press, and part, And think upon her long and long, And bear for ever in my heart The tender traces of a song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH KING HERMANDIAZ by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR by WITTER BYNNER A FLY THAT FLEW INTO MY MISTRESS HER EYE by THOMAS CAREW |