ATHOUSAND songs I might have made Of You, and only You; A thousand thousand tongues of fire That trembled down a golden wire To lamp the night with stars, to braid The morning bough with dew. Within the greenwood girl and boy Had loiter'd to their lure, And men in cities closed their books To dream of Spring and running brooks And all that ever was of joy For manhood to abjure. And I'd have made them strong, so strong, Outlasting towers and towns— Millennial shepherds 'neath the thorn Had piped them to a world reborn, And danced Delight the dale along And up the daisied downs. A thousand songs I might have made... But you required them not; Content to reign your little while Ere, abdicating with a smile, You pass'd into a shade, a shade Immortal—and forgot! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 71 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A CONSISTENT GIRL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE HAPPY NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES THE APOLOGY OF THE BISHOPS IN ANSWER TO BONNER'S GHOST by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FRAGMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |