Floating like a dust moat, Softly now a song Lingers in my heart -- Sad and slow and sometimes still. I hardly think it worth the singing, For the music is all dull With no cool sparkle, And the words are nothing at all But little laments in a row. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: THE FOUR WINDS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 106 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CITY OF ORGIES by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 40. AL-MUKIT by EDWIN ARNOLD EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 2. TREASURE by ALBERTA BANCROFT |