Now swells a martial symphony, Wherein the speechless ecstasy Of genius wrought to whitest heat Finds its expression so complete That blended wood and brass and strings And the great organ's cadencings Lift men and bear them far away, As in the old, miraculous day King Solomon's magic carpet bore From town to town, from shore to shore, From Palestine to Turkestan, From Ispahan to Candahar, Nay, even to the evening star, Whoever knew its talisman! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER'S NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY TIPPERARY: 5. BY OUR OWN EUGENE FIELD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DRINKING; PARAPHRASED by ANACREON THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ANTARA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |