THE grey old church is solemn in the sheen Of noonday -- half its reverend beauty won From that blind, silent, lifeless denizen Who sleeps within; whose living soul is seen In tall and arching lindens, freshly green, With light leaves golden-twinkling in the sun; In all sweet May-tide joyance, new begun, That sings or blooms where frost and snow have been And in the rippling, daisy-bordered river, That flashes back the joy of God and man, And whispers to fresh hearts, that wake and quiver, Such melodies, as round young Shakespeare wove Their spells, while near his feet the Avon ran, Changeful, yet changeless, e'en as life and love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT HEART'S EASE by MATHILDE BLIND TO EMILY DICKINSON by MARY BOWEN BRAINERD MEMORY AND HOPE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |