What an enchanted world is this, What music I have heard: And when I hear these Master fiddlers play, I ask -- 'Are these not marvellous men?' So, since such men command the sweetest sounds, I'll have no fear to leave my solitude Of woods and fields, And join the human multitude; To hear a Master's hand express The very soul and tenderness Heard when a pigeon's cooing there; To hear him make the robin sob again, In Autumn, when the trees go bare; Till -- touching one lamb-bleating string -- We leap the Winter into Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET LINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERODE, IN HARTZ FOREST by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE EXEQUY [ON HIS WIFE] by HENRY KING (1592-1669) ELEGIAC STANZAS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A RENOUNCING OF LOVE by THOMAS WYATT TO ATHENA by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |