THERE is an air for which I'd give all else That Mozart, Weber, or Rossini wrote, An old air full of languid, mournful spells That moves me only by its charm remote. And every time I hear its music heave My soul grows young again 'neath Louis Treize, Two hundred years ago ... I see at eve A fair green slope whereon the sunbeams blaze; And then a red-brick castle cornice-bound In stone, with crimson gleaming from the lead, Engirdled by great parks, and moat-enwound With flowery waters by a river fed. And then a lady at a window high, Blond-haired, black-eyed, in olden garments clad ... Perchance I saw her in long time gone by In that remembered other life I had. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 1 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE BIRDS' BALL by C. W. BARDEEN WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS MOTHERHOOD by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE CONFESSIONS by ROBERT BROWNING SHALL VERMONTERS RAISE SHEEP? by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |