WHAT means this stately tablature, The balance of thy strains, Which seems, instead of sifting pure, T' extend and rack thy veins? Thy odes first their own harmony did break, For singing troth is but in tune to speak. Nor thus thy golden feet and wings, May it be thought false melody T' ascend to heav'n by silver strings, This is Urania's heraldry: Thy royal poem now we may extol, And truly Luna blazon'd upon Sol. As when Amphion first did call Each list'ning stone from 's den, And with the lute did form his wall, But with his words the men; So, in your twisted numbers now, you thus Not only stocks persuade, but ravish us. Thus do your airs echo o'er The notes and anthems of the spheres, And their whole consort back restore, As if Earth too would bless Heav'n's ears: But yet the spokes, by which they scal'd so high, Gamble hath wisely laid of @3ut re mi.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIME FOR PRAYER by G. BENNETT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE WEST WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO AN INFANT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE COMPLAINT OF ROSAMOND by SAMUEL DANIEL LOVE'S CALENDAR: JULY by MAX DAUTHENDEY |