WITH gentlest tears, no less than jubilee Of blithest joy, we heard him, and still hear Him singing on, with full voice, pure and clear, Uplifted, as some classic melody In sweetest legends of old minstrelsy; Or, swarming Elfin-like upon the ear, His airy notes make all the atmosphere One blur of bird and bee and lullaby. His tribute: -- Luster in the faded bloom Of checks of old, old mothers; and the fall Of gracious dews in eyes long dry and dim; And hope in lover's pathways midst perfume Of woodland haunts; and -- meed exceeding all, -- The love of little children laurels him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS AN EARNEST SUIT [TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORESAKE HIM] by THOMAS WYATT |