Whose ear is tuned to rhythm nature gives Will find his joy in music magnified; Each hour may bring new harmony that lives And throbs in every dale and countryside. The anthem sung by meadow larks at dawn, Low sounds of sleepy herds, content to rest, The chirp of crickets on a sunlit lawn, Brisk swallows' chatter, as they fly to nest, The plaintive moan of wind in rocking trees, A scythe's clean swish that lays ripe grasses low, Defiant boom of shore-flung angry seas, The fall of silent flakes on marble snow: All these make music to rejoice the heart That beats in tune with nature's rhythmic art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER by HORACE SMITH |