AYE, have we not felt it and known, Ere Science proclaimed it her own, That form is but visible tone? Behold, where in silence was drowned The last fleeting echo of sound, The rainbow -- its blossom -- is found; While anon, with a verdurous sweep From the mountain-side, wooded and steep, Swells the chorus of deep unto deep, That the trumpet flowers, flame-flashing, blow Till the lilies enkindled below Swoon pale into passion, like snow! Yea, Love, of sweet Nature the Lord, Hath fashioned each manifold chord To utter His visible Word, Whose work, wheresoever begun, Like the rays floating back to the Sun, In the soul of all beauty is @3one@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR OUT OF THE SHADOW by MARGARET FAIRLESS BARBER WINTER BURIAL by HENRY BELLAMANN IN A VISION OF THE NIGHT by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH RUDEL TO THE LADY OF TRIPOLI by ROBERT BROWNING SPRING FANTASIES: 2. THE SPRING RETURNS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |