YES, as a sunburst flushing mountain-snow, Fell the celestial touch of fire ere long On the pale stillness of thy thoughtful brow, And thy calm spirit lightened into song. Unconsciously, perchance, yet free and strong Flowed the majestic joy of tuneful words, Which living harps the choirs of heaven among Might well have linked with their divinest chords. Full many a strain, borne far on glory's blast, Shall leave, where once its haughty music passed, No more to memory than a reed's faint sigh; While thine, O childlike Virgin! through all time Shall send its fervent breath o'er every clime, Being of God, and therefore not to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A CHILD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO A FATHER, ON THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY CHILD by BERNARD BARTON BURY THEM by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE TIDES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |