I live within a towered silence where The sound of neither pain nor joy intrudes; Where earthy covetous ambitions dare Not dominate and dreary platitudes Cannot assail. Sense may not be implored By strings of sighing violins, By weird vibrations of a vocal cord, Nor detonations beat on tightened skins. But I know wild arpeggios played by wind On tempest clouds; the andantino song Of moonlight over waves when fog has thinned; And pastorals the stars invent along The sky. These silent melodies I trace Across the anthems hallowing your face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG GRAY HEAD by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE NATURAL FIRE by CLIFFORD ALLEN WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT I'D BE A BUTTERFLY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY HYMN TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY REBECCA; WHO SLAMMED DOORS FOR FUN AND PERISHED MISERABLY by HILAIRE BELLOC |