THE god of music dwelleth out of doors. All seasons through his minstrelsy we meet, Breathing by field and covert haunting-sweet: From organ-lofts in forests old he pours A solemn harmony; on leafy floors To smooth autumnal pipes he moves his feet, Or with the tingling plectrum of the sleet In winter keen beats out his thrilling scores. Leave me the reed unplucked beside the stream, And he will stoop and fill it with the breeze; Leave me the viol's frame in leafy trees Unwrought, and it shall wake a druid theme; Leave me the whispering shell on nereid shores: The god of music dwelleth out of doors. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 7. THE SILENCE by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER FAUST: SCENE 1. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 2 by GEORGE MEREDITH LOVE NOT by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON |