These woods are never silent. In the hush Of the high places, solemnly there goes In endless undertone the stately rush Of musicwindy melody that grows And ebbs and changes in uncertain time As if some pensive god tried here apart Vague snatches of the harmonies divine Before he played them on the human heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH FOUR LITTLE FOXES by LEW SARETT SONNET: 99 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |