Two open windows where I went to sing Faced north and east; and red leaves danced outside. Within, the sounds of many practicing Swirled as the leaves when hunting winds range wide. And as I sang I set my spirit free; Then suddenly, before I scarcely knew, The sky came flowing in and buried me Beneath an airy sea of perfect blue. In that clear moment I stood dumb with wonder That music speaks the language of all things; Of sky and flowers, of love and lust for plunder, Of pride and pain, and thoughts that soar with wings. Mere words can never climb where thought ascends, But music just begins where language ends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY [OR, DAFFYDOWNDILLY] by MOTHER GOOSE MONOTONOUS VARIETY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE JOURNEY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH LENIN by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV BEHOLD THE DEEDS!; CHANT ROYAL by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER EPISTLE TO DAVIE, A BROTHER POET by ROBERT BURNS IN A LIBRARY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |