Play to the tender stops, though cheerily! Gently my soul, my song! Let no one hear! Sing to thyself alone! Thine ecstasy Rising in silence to the inward ear That is attuned to silence! Do not tell A friend, a bird, a star, lest they should say -- He danced in woods and meadows all the day, Waving his arms; and cried, as evening fell, "Oh, do not come! And cried, "O, come, thou queen! And walk with me unwatched upon the green Under the sky!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER PLEADS WITH HIS FRIENDS FOR OLD FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS VENICE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MUSIC IN THE NIGHT by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD THE STORM OF WAR by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |