THE god of music dwelleth out of doors. All seasons through his minstrelsy we meet, Breathing by field and covert haunting-sweet: From organ-lofts in forests old he pours A solemn harmony; on leafy floors To smooth autumnal pipes he moves his feet, Or with the tingling plectrum of the sleet In winter keen beats out his thrilling scores. Leave me the reed unplucked beside the stream, And he will stoop and fill it with the breeze; Leave me the viol's frame in leafy trees Unwrought, and it shall wake a druid theme; Leave me the whispering shell on nereid shores: The god of music dwelleth out of doors. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MOONRISE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ONE PERSON: 16 by ELINOR WYLIE WHEN HELEN LIVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A SONG OF CONTRDICTIONS by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 3. THE DOLLS' HOSPITAL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |