@3There@1 breathes the language, known and felt Far as the pure air spreads its living zone, Wherever rage can rouse, or pity melt That language of the soul is felt and known. From those meridian plains, (Where oft, of old, on some high tower, The soft Peruvian pour'd his midnight strains, And call'd his distant love with such sweet power That when she heard the lonely lay, Not worlds could keep her from his arms away) To the bleak climes of polar night, Where, beneath a sunless sky, The Lapland lover bids his reindeer fly, And sings along the lengthening waste of snow, As blithe as if the blessed light Of vernal Phoebus burn'd upon his brow. O Music! thy celestial claim Is still resistless, still the same! And faithful as the mighty sea To the pale star that o'er its realm presides, The spell-bound tides Of human passion rise and fall for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE HUDSON by GEORGE SIDNEY HELLMAN FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS |