Hark! is that a horn I hear, In cloudland winding sweet -- And bell-like clash of bridle-rein, And silver-shod light feet? Is it the elfin laughter Of fairies riding faint and high, Beneath the branches of the moon, Straying through the starry sky? Is it in the globed dew Such sweet melodies may fall? Wood and valley -- all are still, Hushed the shepherd's call. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARRISON STREET COURT by CARL SANDBURG THE HOUSE OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WREATHE THE BOWL by THOMAS MOORE PICTURE-SHOW by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |