AGAIN I hear you piping, for I know the tune so well, -- You rouse the heart to wander and be free, Tho' where you learned your music, not the God of song can tell For you pipe the open highway and the sea. O piper, lightly footing, lightly piping on your way, Tho' your music thrills and pierces far and near, I tell you you had better pipe to some one else to-day, For you cannot pipe my fancy from my dear. You sound the note of travel through the hamlet and the town; You would lure the holy angels from on high; And not a man can hear you, but he throws the hammer down And is off to see the countries ere he die. But now no more I wander, now unchanging here I stay; By my love, you find me safely sitting here: And pipe you ne'er so sweetly, till you pipe the hills away, You can never pipe my fancy from my dear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH IN BALLADE FORM by FRANCOIS VILLON ODE FOR THE BURIAL OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO MARY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AH, HAD I SEEN THEE SOONER! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE NURSE'S STORY: THE HAND OF GLORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |