VEX not the Muse with idle prayers, -- She will not hear thy call; She steals upon thee unawares, Or seeks thee not at all. Soft as the moonbeams when they sought Endymion's fragrant bower, She parts the whispering leaves of thought To show her full-blown flower. For thee her wooing hour has passed, The singing birds have flown, And winter comes with icy blast To chill thy buds unblown. Yet, though the woods no longer thrill As once their arches rung, Sweet echoes hover round thee still Of songs thy summer sung. Live in thy past; await no more The rush of heaven-sent wings; Earth still has music left in store While Memory sighs and sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE AUTHOR OF 'THE ROBBERS' (SCHILLER) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SIR GALAHAD by ALFRED TENNYSON EMIGRATION by LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM MILTONIC by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT S. BARNABIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT BLEUE MAISON by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: SAN FRANCISCO by BERTON BRALEY ASOLANDO: FLUTE-MUSIC, WITH AN ACCOMPANIMENT by ROBERT BROWNING |