Music as of the winds when they awake, Wailing, in the mid-forest; music that raves Like moonless tides about forlorn sea-caves On desolate shores, where swell weird songs and break In peals of demon laughter; chords athirst With restless anguish of divine desires — The voice of a vexed soul ere it aspires With a great cry for light; anon a burst Of passionate joy — fierce joy of conscious might, Down-sinking in voluptuous luxury; Rich harmonies, full-pulsed with deep delight, And melodies dying deliciously As odorous sighs breathed through the quiet night By violets. Thus Beethoven speaks for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT MY LOVER SAID by HOMER GREENE THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BANTAMS IN PINE-WOODS by WALLACE STEVENS INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 1 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE HILLS WE LOVE by GRACE LOWE BROADHEAD THE LAST CRUSADER by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |