A host of things I take on trust: I take The nightingales on trust, for few and far Between those actual summer moments are When I have heard what melody they make. So chanced it once at Como on the Lake: But all things, then, waxed musical; each star Sang on its course, each breeze sang on its car, All harmonies sang to senses wide awake. All things in tune, myself not out of tune, Those nightingales were nightingales indeed: Yet truly an owl had satisfied my need, And wrought a rapture underneath that moon, Or simple sparrow chirping from a reed; For June that night glowed like a doubled June. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY CONTENT; WRITTEN OFF ITHACA by ALFRED AUSTIN IDYLL 7. OF HYACINTHUS by BION NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 30 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WORK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |