It was as if the ring had gone from the horizon And waves had overflowed the edges of the world. It was as if the eleven swans flew over. It was like sound singing along wires, An overheard humming message that does not concern us, Word travelling from the one who speaks to the one who hears. The staves of the world's music meet at infinity, And telegraph posts, the bars of space and time, Drop beyond the convexity of earth Carrying the music that circles the Great Year. To say that the word was ever here and now Or even that I imagined such a transit Would be to bind a stone to the current air, to founder Fleeting Galatea's murmuring shell. But for the space of a thought it was as if it seemed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ON THE RUINS OF A COUNTRY INN by PHILIP FRENEAU THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST BEAUTY'S ARMOURY by AL-HADRAMI THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LILIES: 20. 'SOME DAY I WILL TELL YOU' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |