Faint as the far-down tone Beneath the sounding sea, Muffled by its own moan, To silent melody; So faint we cannot tell But that the sound we hear Is some sweet roses' smell That falls upon our ear; (As if the Butterfly, Shaking the Lily-bell, While drinking joyfully, Should toll its own death-knell!) Sweeter than Hope's sweet lute Singing of joys to be, When Pain's harsh voice is mute, Is the Soul's sweet song to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN HE WOULD HAVE HIS VERSES READ by ROBERT HERRICK A PRAYER FOR A VERY NEW ANGEL by VIOLET ALLEYN STOREY MINSTREL OF THE SUN by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER THE SODA-WATER SLOT-MACHINE by BELLA AKHMADULINA SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM THE ASYLUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IN MEMORIAM by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |