O THE music of thy name, Peoria! When with May thy meadows flame, When the wild crab woos the bees To its bowers, and Judas-trees Tint thy budding woods with red; When from all thy groves and leas, As if grief and care were dead, And life and joy forever wed, Bluebirds, thrushes, orioles, In rapturous song pour forth their souls; Then I know 'twas first in May Thy Indian lovers came this way, And, tranced with bloom and song of bird, Coined thee this melodious word — Sweet as far-off bugle note Fall the syllables and float — Peoria! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE LILIES: 28. NOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |