Whence is the music? Minstrel, see we none; Yet soft as waves that, surge succeeding surge, Roll forward, now subside, anon emerge, Upheaved in glory o'er a setting sun, Those beatific harmonies sweep on! O'er earth they sweep from heaven's remotest verge Triumphant hymeneal, hymn and dirge, Blending in everlasting unison. Whence is the music? Stranger, these were they That, great in love, by love unvanquished proved: These were true lovers, for in God they loved: With God, these Spirits rest in endless day, Yet still for Love's behoof, on wings out spread Float on o'er earth, betwixt the Angels and the Dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! by WALT WHITMAN CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 2. RIVER SONG by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |