OH Thou, who art the life of heaven and earth, Eternal Substance of all things that seem; Or but the glorious phantom of a dream That in the brain of mortal man has birth: To know that Thou dost live were little worth, Not knowing Thee; yet oft the heart will deem That through its inmost deeps Thy light doth stream Bestowing peace for grief, calm joy for mirth. E'en thus rich music enters tuneless ears, Tuneless, and all untrained by ordered notes; Yet its ethereal essence inward floats, And mingling with the secret source of tears, Awhile endues the spirit's wistful sight With dim perceptions of unknown delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG WINDFLOWER LEAF by CARL SANDBURG ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL |