What angel viol, effortless and sure, Speaks through the straining silence, whence, ah whence, That tremulous low joy, so keen, so pure, That all existence narrows to one sense, Lapped round and round With rapture of sweet sound? Oh, now it wins the giddy steep, and loud and loud Over the chasm and the cloud, Swells its triumphant tide Higher and higher, and undenied Insistent to the star! — Then lowlier, softer, dreamful, droops and dies Over the closing eyes, Dies with my spirit away, afar Swayed on some ocean's breast Dies into rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |