Through the night a poet listened To voices he heard in a dream; They gave a song to the moonlight; To wind, a wailing theme. The eerie tones were mingled With noises of outer ways And the wistful undertoning Of all his happier days. As the echoes all had meaning For life in a busy town, That a poet may interpret, The dreamer wrote them down. And the pen was a sword of the spirit That put despair to flight And pointed a way, resplendent, In living words of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 30 by JAMES JOYCE SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |