HERE no age Augustan flourished, No Medician bounty nourished Children of the German muse; Still by privilege unfriended Her unfolding flower was tended By no princely beams or dews. In the pride of German story See her, scant of wage or glory, Turning from great Frederick's throne; So the German muse may pride her -- When the sceptred world denied her By her soul she sang alone. Mounting thence a higher passion, Tided in a deeper fashion, Sweeps the German muse along, And singing that she may inherit But her own abundant spirit, Mocks the servitude of song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A COLONIAL MORNING DREAM by KAREN SWENSON THE GIRL OF CADIZ by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HYMN OF THE EARTH by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) |