''"'''gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.''' Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near, The poor old Man is greater than he seems: For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams; An ample sovereignty of eye and ear. Rich are his walks with supernatural cheer; The region of his inner spirit teems With vital sounds and monitory gleams Of high astonishment and pleasing fear. He the seven birds hath seen, that never part, Seen the SEVEN WHISTLERS in their nightly rounds, And counted them: and oftentimes will start''" For overhead are sweeping GABRIEL'S HOUNDS , Doomed, with their impious Lord, the flying Hart To chase for ever, on af'rial grounds! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: GOTTLIEB GERALD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND THE WILDERNESS TRANSFORMED by PHILIP DODDRIDGE EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |