THE low sweet melody of ancient song Kisses asleep the heavy eyes of grief. When autumn falls and withers every leaf, When daylight shrinks and stormy nights grow long, When winter-wind and winter-cold are strong, And sorrow holds the weary heart in fief, The low sweet melody of ancient song Kisses asleep the heavy eyes of grief. When golden love lies bound with iron thong, And noble tales but mock our dull belief, When mirth has garnered every radiant sheaf And all the sickly world is harsh and wrong, The low sweet melody of ancient song Kisses asleep the heavy eyes of grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE SONG, FR. ARTAXERXES (OPERA) by THOMAS AUGUSTINE ARNE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 44. ISEULT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GRISELDA: CHAPTER 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A SONG FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE GARDEN OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THREE EPISTLES TO G. LLOYD ON A PASSAGE FROM HOMER'S ILIAD: 2 by JOHN BYROM |