SO dreamy-soft the notes, so far away They seem to fall, the horns of Oberon Blow their faint Hunt's-up from the good-time gone; Or, on a morning of long-withered May, Larks tinkle unseen o'er Claudian arches gray, That Romeward crawl from Dreamland; and anon My fancy flings her cloak of Darkness on, To vanish from the dungeon of To-day. In happier times and scenes I seem to be, And, as her fingers flutter o'er the strings, The days return when I was young as she, And my fledged thoughts began to feel their wings With all Heaven's blue before them: Memory Or Music is it such enchantment sings? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE MY BOOKS GO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CHRONICLE; A BALLAD by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CHRISTMAS CAROL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PRIESTHOOD by GEORGE HERBERT |