I Hush! ye clamorous Cares! be mute! Again, dear Harmonist! again Thro' the hollow of thy flute Breathe that passion-warbled strain: Till MEMORY each form shall bring The loveliest of her shadowy throng; And HOPE, that soars on sky-lark wing, Carol wild her gladdest song! II O skill'd with magic spell to roll The thrilling tones, that concentrate the soul! Breathe thro' thy flute those tender notes again, While near thee sits the chaste-eyed Maiden mild; And bid her raise the Poet's kindred strain In soft impassion'd voice, correctly wild. III In Freedom's UNDIVIDED dell, Where @3Toil@1 and @3Health@1 with mellow'd @3Love@1 shall dwell, Far from folly, far from men, In the rude romantic glen, Up the cliff, and thro' the glade, Wand'ring with the dear-lov'd maid, I shall listen to the lay, And ponder on thee far away! Still, as she bids those thrilling notes aspire ('Making my fond attuned heart her lyre'), Thy honour'd form, my Friend! shall reappear, And I will thank thee with a raptur'd tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND BAYARD TAYLOR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WRITTEN ON A MARBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TREE OF LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AS FROM THE PAST -- by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A WEDDING MARCH by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ANTARA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |