Hear, O hear, They were as the welling waters, Sound, swift, clear, They were all the running waters' Music down the greenest valley. Might words tell What an echo sung within me? What proud bell Clangs a note of what within me Pealed to be with those enlisted? When they smiled, Earth's inferno changed and melted Greenwood mild; Every village where they halted Shone with them through square and alley. Now my mind Faint and few records their showings, Brave, strong, kind -- I'd unlock you all their doings But the keys are lost and twisted. This still grows, Through my land or dull or dazzling Their spring flows; But to think of them's a fountain, Tears of joy and music's rally. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO LOVE; SONNET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE STILL FALLS THE RAIN; THE RAIDS, 1940. NIGHT AND DAWN by EDITH SITWELL RAINY SEASON by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL BIRDS OF PASSAGE: PRELUDE by MATHILDE BLIND |