"O POUR upon my soul again That sad, unearthly strain, That seems from other worlds to plain; Thus falling, falling from afar, As if some melancholy star Had mingled with her light her sighs, And dropped them from the skies! "No, -- never came from aught below This melody of woe, That makes my heart to overflow, As from a thousand gushing springs Unknown before; that with it brings This nameless light, -- if light it be, -- That veils the world I see. "For all I see around me wears The hue of other spheres; And something blent of smiles and tears Comes from the very air I breathe. O, nothing, sure, the stars beneath Can mould a sadness like to this, -- So like angelic bliss." So, at that dreamy hour of day, When the last lingering ray Stops on the highest cloud to play, -- So thought the gentle Rosalie, As on her maiden reverie First fell the strain of him who stole In music to her soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON MANASSAS [JULY 21, 1861] by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN |