Dear words, alike yet deftly different, Sing me the joy of rhyming everywhere. Sing me the leaves the poet-tree doth bear, One thought through many a matching variance sent. Sing me the clouds by minstrel breezes blent, Sisters that one white robe diversely wear. Sing, with cleft chord attuned, the rhyming rare Of master's hand on some rich instrument. And hither dance, twin sisters, of a height, Twin miracles of mated loveliness, Yet in the eyes of each her own dear light, And on her lips a differing caress. Come, dancing words, this delicate, fair sight Be shrewd in rhymed divergence to express. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON THRENODY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RETURN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING BEAUTIFUL EYES by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE WANDERING JEW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE: L'ENVOI by IDA COLE BARTLATT |