That seeking Prelude found its unforetold Unguessed intention, trend; Though needing no fulfilment, did enfold This exquisite end. Bach led his notes up through their delicate slope Aspiring, so they sound, And so they were, in some strange ignorant hope Thus to be crowned. What deep soft seas beneath this buoyant barque! What winds to speed this bird! What impulses to toss this heavenward lark! Thought''"then the word. Lovely the tune, lovely the unconsciousness Of him who promised it. Lovely the years that joined in blessedness The two, the fit. Bach was Precursor. But no Baptist'''s cry Was his; he, who began For one who was to end, did prophesy, By Nature'''s generous act, the lesser man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MIDNIGHT SKATERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. FRAGMENTS OF A LOST GNOSTIC POEM OF THE 12TH CENTURY by HERMAN MELVILLE THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 47 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO HIS LATE MAJESTY, CONCERNING..TRUE FORM OF ENGLISH POETRY by JOHN BEAUMONT |