I HAVE a fancy: how shall I bring it Home to all mortals wherever they be? Say it or sing it? shoe it or wing it, So it may outrun or outfly ME, Merest cocoon-web whence it broke free? Only one secret can save from disaster, Only one magic is that of the Master: Set it to music; give it a tune, — Tune the brook sings you, tune the breeze brings you, Tune the wild columbines nod to in June! This is the secret: so simple, you see! Easy as loving, easy as kissing, Easy as — well, let me ponder — as missing, Known, since the world was, by scarce two or three. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REBEL MOTHER'S LULLABY by SHANE LESLIE THE FAIR SINGER by ANDREW MARVELL HERE LIES A LADY by JOHN CROWE RANSOM EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LOAN by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE VOLCANIC ISLAND by CLIFFORD BAX |