Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MUSIC, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: Let fortune gift on gift bestow Last Line: And never thought death lived -- that day. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Music & Musicians | ||||||||
LET Fortune gift on gift bestow When Music plays it bringeth woe For something dearer Time hath ta'en, Which never can be ours again. The aged beggar-man hath heard, And tear-drops trickle down his beard For loss of kinder looks and home, And days that never more can come. Here in this smoky capital, With scarce aught seen but grimy wall And human faces -- bring to me, Music, the things of old: the bee Humming as Summer's months were three, Winter had nine; bring birds and flowers, And the green earth of childhood's hours, With sparkling dews at early morn; The murmuring streams; and show the corn: And break its golden roof to show Poppies and blueflowers where they grow. O happy days of childhood, when We taught shy Echo in the glen Words she had never used before -- Ere Age lost heart to summon her. Life's river, with its early rush, Falls into a mysterious hush When nearing the eternal sea: Yet we would not forgetful be, In these deep, silent days so wise, Of shallows making mighty noise When we were young, when we were gay, And never thought Death lived -- that day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINER NOTES TO AN IMAGINARY PLAYLIST by TERRANCE HAYES VARIATIONS: 13 by CONRAD AIKEN BELIEVE, BELIEVE by BOB KAUFMAN ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE POWER OF MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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