No Angel borne on whiter wing Hath visited the sons of men, Teaching the song they ought to sing And guiding right the unsteady pen. Recorded not on earth alone, O Southey! is thy natal day, But there where stands the choral throne Show us thy light and point the way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT SUCH HAVE DIED by EMILY DICKINSON I GREET THEE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS IN THE STILLNESS O' THE NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE ECLOGUE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE STONECUTTER by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV |