THERE is an organ in my elm, A harp within my maple tree; And Maestro Wind from each compels An equal harmony; -- At morning a sonata clear, A symphony superb at noon; And with the soft descent of eve A pure and pensive tune. What need have I in crowded towns To seek for grand orchestral scores, When daily through my casement drift These airs of out-of-doors! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE AT PLAY IN THE FIELDS OF by KAREN SWENSON 1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE TO MARY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON JOHN MOULDY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 14 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |