SOME thunder on the heights of song, their race Godlike in power, while others at their feet Are breathing measures scarce less strong and sweet Than those which peal from out that loftiest place; Meantime, just midway on the mount, his face Fairer than April heavens, when storms retreat, And on their edges rain and sunshine meet, Pipes the soft lyrist lays of tender grace; But where the slopes of bright Parnassus sweep Near to the common ground, a various throng Chant lowlier measures, -- yet each tuneful strain (The silvery minor of earth's perfect song) Blends with that music of the topmost steep, O'er whose vast realm the master minstrels reign! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT BY THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FALLOW DEER AT THE LONELY HOUSE by THOMAS HARDY THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD |