In heaven is a carousel, that turns both day and night. It whirls as though beneath a spell; one cannot ever see it well, for it is made of light. My madcap, stay your flight! Take heed, it whirs the stars anew around the skyey sphere, in speeding circles lost to view, and music, music sounds thereto, so fine, we scarcely hear; only in dreams 'tis clear. In dreams we hear it from the far bright sky: a heavenly bell. My madcap dreams of that lit car, we turn together on a star; and not too swift it whirls, but well, our mighty carousel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLOUGHMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE HIGHER PANTHEISM IN A NUTSHELL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A CONSISTENT GIRL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CHARACTERS: JOHN AIKEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO MRS. MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |