AT the creation of the Earth Pleasure, that divinest birth, From the soil of Heaven did rise, Wrapped in sweet wild melodies -- Like an exhalation wreathing To the sound of air low-breathing Through AEolian pines, which make A shade and shelter to the lake Whence it rises soft and slow; Her life-breathing [limbs] did flow In the harmony divine Of an ever-lengthening line Which enwrapped her perfect form With a beauty clear and warm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT by EUGENE FIELD THE PHANTOM SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ORNAMENTATIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |