DESCEND, and with thy breath inspire my soul; Descend, and o'er my lyre Diffuse thy living fire; Oh! bid its chords a strain of grandeur roll: Touched by thy hand their trembling accents ring; Borne on thy sounding pinions through the sky, To Heaven the notes in burning ardor spring, And as the tones in softened whispers die, Love seems to flutter round on his Aurora-wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN MORNING AT CAMBRIDGE by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM SONG: FOR THEE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD-EL-KADR by ROBERT BROWNING FORLORN, MY LOVE by ROBERT BURNS |