As through the leafy close the crystal shine Of streamlet purling on its way is seen, Nor in its mazes down the clust'ring green Of interlacing boughs and pendent vine, Nor 'neath the shadows of the day's decline Is hid, — so doth thy melody's bright sheen Flash through close harmony's inwoven screen; And well we call thy matchless strains divine! Who lists shall live in Golden Age once more, Shall catch the voice of sweet Arcadian lutes, Behold, as erst, glad nymphs dance on the shore, To tabor's sound and dithyrambic flutes, Hear Philomel within the moonlit grove, And tuneful shepherd piping to his love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |