A SOUND comes on the rising breeze, A sweet and lovely sound! Piercing the tumult of the seas That wildly dash around. From land, from sunny land it comes, From hills with murmuring trees, From paths by still and happy homes -- That sweet sound on the breeze. Why should its faint and passing sigh Thus bid my quick pulse leap? No part in earth's glad melody Is mine upon the deep. Yet blessing, blessing on the spot Whence those rich breathings flow! Kind hearts, although they know me not, Like mine there beat and glow. And blessing, from the bark that roams O'er solitary seas, To those that far in happy homes Give sweet sounds to the breeze! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND SONNET: 87 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AMORETTI: 15 by EDMUND SPENSER CASTOR AND POLYDEUCES by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE SPRING SONG by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD by FRED CLARE BALDWIN SLEEPING AND WAKING by JANE BARLOW IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |