DOWN his great corridors of sumptuous sound To-day I wandered once again. Each word Seemed like the lyric rapture of a bird Singing in Spring above the burgeoning ground. O once again that old delight I found, Once more the marvel of his voice I heard, Until my spirit with new joy was stirred, Hearing such music through his halls resound. How beautiful thy palace, Poet blest! -- That room wherein is set thy Grecian Urn, Thy Nightingale that sings at set of sun Out in thy garden where my tired feet turn; And in one chamber, back from his long quest, That passionate lover, young Endymion! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BEETHOVEN'S SEVENTH SYMPHONY by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN |