"Who sings?" said the Spirit of Music, And smiled on her peers: "Sweet Sorrow, sing Thou!" Sorrow answered, "I cannot — for tears," "Bright Hope, give a tongue to the poems I read in thine eyes." Hope answered, "My thoughts are all clouded, And lost in the skies." "Then Joy, put thy mouth to the bugle! A note, for my sake." Calm creature, she sleeps in the sunshine, And will not awake. But hush! a soft sound stealeth onwards, Like the flight of a dove; Ah, I find that the Song that is sweetest Comes ever from Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INFANT WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON TO THE GARDEN THE WORLD by WALT WHITMAN THE SOFTNESS OF SYBARIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 30. CHRIST AND WOMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |