Most intellectual master of the art, Which, best of all, teaches the mind of man The universe in all its varied plan — What strangely mingled thoughts thy strains impart! Here the faint tenor thrills the inmost heart, There the rich bass the Reason's balance shows; Here breathes the softest sigh that Love e'er knows; There sudden fancies, seeming without chart, Float into wildest breezy interludes; The part is all forgot — hopes sweetly breathe, And our whole being glows — when lo! beneath The flowery brink, Despair's deep sob concludes! Startled, we try to free us from the chain — Notes of high triumph swell, and we are thine again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AS THE GREEK'S SIGNAL FLAME by WALT WHITMAN THE COYOTE CHORUS by ANNE BIRDSALL TO CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |