There is an air for which I'd gladly give All Mozart, all Rossini, all Von Weber, A languid, ancient, solemn-sounding air That yields its secret charm to me alone. Each time it happens that I hear it played My heart grows younger by two hundred years: I live in former times . . . and see portrayed A green slope gilded by the setting sun, And then a feudal castle flanked with stone, Its windows tinted to a glowing rose, Bounded by spacious parks and with its feet Bathed by a stream that through a garden flows. And then a lady in a window high, Fair-haired, dark-eyed, and dressed in ancient style . . . Whom, in another life, perhaps I've seen, And whom I now remember with a sigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BOTTLES AND THE WINE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |