Let me go where'er I will I hear a sky-born music still: It sounds from all things old, It sounds from all things young, From all that's fair, from all that's foul, Peals out a cheerful song. It is not only in the rose, It is not only in the bird, Not only where the rainbow glows, Nor in the song of woman heard, But in the darkest, meanest things There alway, alway something sings. 'Tis not in the high stars alone, Nor in the cup of budding flowers, Nor in the red-breast's mellow tone, Nor in the bow that smiles in showers, But in the mud and scum of things There alway, alway something sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE LORD WALTER'S WIFE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LAMENT FOR [THE DEATH OF] THOMAS DAVIS by SAMUEL FERGUSON THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST MOONRISE IN THE ROCKIES by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON |