Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ON MUSIC, by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE


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First Line: I cannot tell how high my soul takes wing
Last Line: Unto the zephyr's piping, in dizzy, dizzy ring!
Subject(s): Music & Musicians


I CANNOT tell how high my soul takes wing,
Nor to what depths in liquid sweets it sinks --
Yet well I know it suffers from thy sting,
As one who of Cyceon mixture drinks.
And I can feel a rose-stream thro' me creep,
Curving about my senses, as they leap,
And swell and rise and fall,
As blossoms ambrosial
Shook from some full blown orange-tree in spring,
Sink wav'ring to the ground
And bound
Unto the zephyr's piping, in dizzy, dizzy ring!





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