O wind and waters, ye alone Have chanted the primeval tone Since Nature first began. All other voices change, but ye Abide, the soul of harmony Interpreting the man. He listens, and his heart is fain To fashion an immortal strain; Yet his sublimest lay Is but the music of a tongue Attuned to silence, and among The echoes dies away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONCERNING NECESSITY by HAYDEN CARRUTH RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE OVERTURE TO A DANCE OF LOCOMOTIVES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |