A CERTAIN Chopin prelude once I heard. Strive as I may to tell, no mortal word Can all-express that music. Like a bird My soul went up the blue -- the sweetest pain, The deepest passion, love without a stain, A high and holy yearning that had lain Buried, did come in a white company, In tremulous procession, unto me. For an immortal moment I was free Of the flesh, and leaped in spirit and was strong With beauty, shaken by magic of that song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE OLD KING COLE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY HOPE AND FEAR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH |