IF I think music, It comes and goes. If the fountain ripples and splashes, It keeps on singing. Falling broken water Sings and answers When the warblers in the May trees Stay close for a little. But music that I hear Is different in its meanings.... Happy hour or sorrowing Into change. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION by WALT WHITMAN LANDSCAPE; TWILIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN A CHARACTER OF JOSEPH PRIESTLY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES TO SOME FRIENDS RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON |