See how her body pants and glows, See how she shakes her silver wings! Ten thousand stars, and more, are mute, And she, and she alone, that sings. Ten thousand stars, and more, are mute, All listening in the quiet sky, While that bright star sings wildly there And happy they hear more than I. Bring me my strange invention now, That I may sit at home in ease And have fresh music brought by air From towns beyond the curly seas. In vain, in vain; the power to hear The music of those heavenly spheres Is but a wild, fantastic dream -- But who can read the unborn years? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRIVING INTO LARAMIE by JAMES GALVIN TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU by ROBERT BURNS THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE THE SCRIBE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |