Down the quiet eve, Thro' my window with the sunset, Pipes to me a distant organ Foolish ditties; And, as when you change Pictures in a magic lantern, Books, beds, bottles, floor, and ceiling Fade and vanish, And I'm well once more. . . . August flares adust and torrid, But my heart is full of April Sap and sweetness. In the quiet eve I am loitering, longing, dreaming . . . Dreaming, and a distant organ Pipes me ditties. I can see the shop, I can smell the sprinkled pavement, Where she serves -- her chestnut chignon Thrills my senses! O, the sight and scent, Wistful eve and perfumed pavement! In the distance pipes an organ . . . The sensation Comes to me anew, And my spirit for a moment Thro' breathes the blessed Airs of London. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE REVENGE OF HAMISH by SIDNEY LANIER A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY FRAGMENT (2) by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY by BERNARD BARTON |