I AM the thing round which the aureole Of music hung, now like an empty bowl, Reft of the living wine that was its soul! Lo, I am as the rose that once was red, Its fragrance gone, its glowing petals shed; I am the body with the spirit fled! And yet about me like an unseen flame That raptured mystic worshipers acclaim, Hovers a melody that none may name, Impalpable save to anointed ears; Yet he who hath true divination hears Harmonies chorded with the swinging spheres; For naught of loveliness can vanish quite, But lingers near us, be it sound or sight, One with the whole, one with the infinite! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 4. WORTHY MEMORY by WILLIAM BASSE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 38 by BLISS CARMAN WAITING ON THE QUAY by EVA HAMMOND CHURCHILL WAR IS KIND: 6 by STEPHEN CRANE THE HOLLY ON THE WALL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |