Am I, indeed, th' AEolian harp, That to each breeze responsive swells; Within whose slight and quiv'ring strings, No deep and inborn music dwells? Am I the pool, where flower, and leaf, And wand'ring cloud, and flitting beam, Are glassed in beauty and in joy, Then pass away, a silent dream? Oh, wert thou then the constant wind, -- To wake my echoes, and to play The measures of thy own soul out Upon my chords, for aye and aye! Wert thou the flower, the leaf, the cloud, The ray of a transcendent sun! Casting thy splendour in my deeps, And flaming grandly on and on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT THE CHERRY TREES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS I HEAR AMERICA SINGING by WALT WHITMAN AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE FEATHERS ON THE GRASS by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER TWO KINDS OF RICHES by WILLIAM BLAKE |