"ENTER my palace," if a prince should say -- "Feast with the Painters! See, in bounteous row, They range from Titian up to Angelo!" Could we be silent at the rich survey? A host so kindly, in as great a way Invites to banquet, substitutes for show So nd that's diviner still, and bids us know Bach like Beethoven; are we thankless, pray? Thanks, then, to Arthur Chappell, -- thanks to him Whose every guest henceforth not idly vaunts "Sense has received the utmost Nature grants, My cup was filled with rapture to the brim, When, night by night, -- ah, memory, how it haunts! -- Music was poured by perfect ministrants, By Halle, Schumann, Piatti, Joachim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE TACT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HO FOR NOA NOA by BERTON BRALEY LANGUID SEPTEMBER by ANNE MILLAY BREMER ELEGY ON A LADY, WHOM GRIEF FOR THE DEATH OF HER BETHROTHED KILLED by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |