When whispering strains with creeping wind Distil soft passions through the heart; And when at every touch we find Our pulses beat and bear a part; When threads can make A heart-string ache, Philosophy Can scarce deny Our souls are made of harmony. When unto heavenly joys we faine Whate'er the soul affecteth most, Which only thus we can explain By music of the heavenly host; Whose lays we think Make stars to wink, Philosophy Can scarce deny Our souls consist of harmony. O, lull me, lull me, charming air! My senses rock with wonder sweet; Like snow on wool thy fallings are; Soft like a spirit's are thy feet! Grief who needs fear That hath an ear? Down let him lie, And slumbering die, And change his soul for harmony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYERS by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU THE LAST CAESAR, 1851-1870 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WINTER NIGHTS; A BACKWARD LOOK by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CHARITY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A NEW YEAR'S SACRIFICE; TO LUCINDA by THOMAS CAREW |