IN Pisa's baptistry the uttered word, Sent upward winged with music from the ground, Works in the dome a miracle of sound Most delicate, and all the air is stirred With its vibrations; till, like some sweet bird, Invisible, that circles round and round, Singing o'erhead, then seeks the heaven's profound, It flees away and is no longer heard. Thus, too, it is with word, or deed, or song, Caught up and echoed through time's ampler hall; It charms a while the listeners in the throng, But, with the days men never can recall, It faints, and fades, and vanishes erelong In the vast Silence that receiveth all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HILLS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE NEWS OF THE WORLD: 3 by GEORGE BARKER SONNET: 18 by RICHARD BARNFIELD CLOD OF THE EARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH BEAUTY CRUCIFIED by ANNA SHAW BUCK ON GLENRIDDEL'S FOX BREAKING HIS CHAIN by ROBERT BURNS THE OLD HOUSE AND THE APPLETREE by VIDA B. BUTCHER |