The solemn-breathing air is ended -- Cease, O Lyre! thy kindred lay! From the poplar-branch suspended Glitter to the eye of Day! On thy wires hov'ring, dying, Softly sighs the summer wind: I will slumber, careless lying, By yon waterfall reclin'd. In the forest hollow-roaring Hark! I hear a deep'ning sound -- Clouds rise thick with heavy low'ring! See! th' horizon blackens round! Parent of the soothing measure, Let me seize thy wetted string! Swiftly flies the flatterer, Pleasure, Headlong, ever on the wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |