When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovely things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. When music sounds, out of the water rise Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face, With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. When music sounds, all that I was I am Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; While from Time's woods break into distant song The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY CROSSING THE BAR by ALFRED TENNYSON MOUNT PIERUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON RUIN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |