DOWN his great corridors of sumptuous sound To-day I wandered once again. Each word Seemed like the lyric rapture of a bird Singing in Spring above the burgeoning ground. O once again that old delight I found, Once more the marvel of his voice I heard, Until my spirit with new joy was stirred, Hearing such music through his halls resound. How beautiful thy palace, Poet blest! -- That room wherein is set thy Grecian Urn, Thy Nightingale that sings at set of sun Out in thy garden where my tired feet turn; And in one chamber, back from his long quest, That passionate lover, young Endymion! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI DRESSING THE BRIDE (A FRAGMENT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES WARNING TO TROOPS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN APARTMENT PARTNERS by FRANCIS MARTIN BOTELHO CASUAL MEETING by MARGARET E. BRUNER |