WHERE wall and sill and broken window-frame Are bright with flowers unroofed against the skies, And nothing but the nesting jackdaws' cries Breaks the hushed even, once imperial came The muse that moved transfiguring the name Of Puritan, and beautiful and wise The verses fell, forespeaking Paradise, And poetry set all this hall aflame. Now silence has come down upon the place Where life and song so wonderfully went, And the mole's afoot now where that passion rang, Yet Comus now first moves his laurelled pace, For song and life for ever are unspent, And they are more than ghosts who lived and sang. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES THE ECLOGUE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN VALERIAN by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |