Music to my Soul Like honey to the Bee, I sit upon a knoll Looking on the Lea. Thanking God for Sound That touches my inmost Self, For echoes we have found, A sound dancing as an Elf. I hear Music in the Trees, Music in the Birds, And when the Snow doth freeze, 'Tis Music of the herds. The babbling Brook Has Music for me, And every little nook. But greater far, as I see, Is the Music made by Man, Which I seek whene'er I can. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR THE UNGENTLE GUEST by ANACREON THE POET by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY A MOUNTAIN SOUL (KATHARINE COMAN) by KATHARINE LEE BATES A BUDDING MORROW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |