Soul, that in music, as a flower in light, Didst gem and bloom and vanish with a breath That mist-like o'er the sullen tide of death Keeps fragrant still the memory of thy flight; Dost thou, immortal, on the topmost height Of harmony, forget the world beneath And all its chords tumultuous? Wandereth No echo upwards through the sundering night? Aye, notes of thine own making, now forlorn, Like fledglings fluttered from the nest of love, Tell of thy care, while with harmonious wing They fan the depths of silence, listening To hear anon thy mandate from above, Hence to their home, thy bosom, to return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE TWILIGHT AT SEA by AMELIA B. WELBY THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH ONE PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |