Though now it were madness to cherish The dream that enchained us so long, Yet shall it not utterly perish, For thou hast embalmed it in song: Its story's exquisite revealing Shall live on the lips of the young; Each change of its passionate feeling Be gayly or mournfully sung. Like honey-dew dropping on blossoms, On hearts thy sweet numbers shall fall; Thy lays shall thrill desolate bosoms, And tenderest visions recall; Now wild, like the rapturous greeting That song-birds send down from above; Now sad, like the tremulous beating Of hearts that are breaking with love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |