Tongue of spice and salt and wine and honey, Magic, mystic, sweet, intemperate tongue! Flower of lavish love and lyric fury, Mixed on lips forever rash and young, Wildly droll and quaintly tender; -- Hark, the hidden melodies of Elfland In the under, in the over tone; Clear faint wailing of the far-heard banshee, Out of lands where never the sun shone, Calling doom on chieftains dying. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GASCOIGNE'S GOOD MORROW by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE ENEMY'S PORTRAIT by THOMAS HARDY TO HELEN (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 7 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LIP AND THE HEART by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS |