WHETHER on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceased; Whether in Heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea Wandering in many a coral grove, Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry! How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH CITY ROOFS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH WATER FOWL by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MARGARET'S SONG by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE RENCONTRE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A DREAM OF GOOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |