IT hath been thine to prove what use and power, What sweetness, and what glorious strength belong To the brief compass of that slandered song We term the Sonnet. Thine hath been the dower Whereby its richly fruitful, fairy shower Of poesy hath flooded o'er our hearts; And thine the dominant magic which imparts Life to its thrilling music. Hour by hour, My soul from this small fountain, in whose deep The sunshine of thy passionate genius plays, Doth drink delight, till fancy melts in sleep, Charmed by the witchery of thy perfect lays, -- Not dreamless, but flushed through with joys that keep Some fervent gleam of youth's voluptuous days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM ODE TO THE CUCKOO by MICHAEL BRUCE TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE; A FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SEA GYPSY [OR GIPSY] by RICHARD HOVEY |