Music poems
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In Snow-Time
© Anonymous
How should I chose to walk the world with thee,
Mine own beloved? When green grass is stirred
By summer breezes, and each leafy tree
Shelters the nest of many a singing bird?
Multitudes Turn In Darkness
© Conrad Aiken
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence,
The stars wheel out, the night grows deep.
Darkness settles upon us; a Vague refrain
Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain.
In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep.
Autumn.
© Ada Cambridge
So still-so still! Only the endless sighing
Of sad Æolian harp-notes overhead;
Only the soft mass-music for the dying;
Only the requiem for the newly dead!
The Return Of The Goddess
© James Bayard Taylor
Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn,
And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way,
But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn,
She comes to me to-day.
Thoughts
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I gave my thoughts a golden peach,
A silver citron tree;
They clustered dumbly out of reach
And would not sing for me.
The Coronation Of Inez De Castro
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There was music on the midnight;
From a royal fane it roll'd,
The Forest Way
© Madison Julius Cawein
I climbed a forest path and found
A dim cave in the dripping ground,
Where dwelt the spirit of cool sound,
Who wrought with crystal triangles,
And hollowed foam of rippled bells,
A music of mysterious spells.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: V
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I had been an hour at Lyons. My breath comes
Fast when I think of it. An hour, no more,
I trod those streets and listened to the drums,
The mirth, the music, and the city's roar,
Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge
© William Wordsworth
. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned-
Out Of The Silence
© George Essex Evans
And as beneath the viewless angels wing
Bethesdas pool was stirred,
My heart is troubled by the mystic word
Of one who through my soul and lips would sing.
The Love Of Loves
© Madison Julius Cawein
I have not seen her face, and yet
She is more sweet than any thing
Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
© John Keats
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue Part V
© Madison Julius Cawein
_We, whom God sets a task,
Striving, who ne'er attain,
We are the curst!--who ask
Death, and still ask in vain.
We, whom God sets a task._
Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VI - Go-Harana - (Cattle-Lifting)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The conditions of the banishment of the sons of Pandu were hard. They
must pass twelve years in exile, and then they must remain a year in
concealment. If they were discovered within this last year, they must
go into exile for another twelve years.
The Request
© Abraham Cowley
I'AVE often wish'd to love; what shall I do?
Me still the cruel boy does spare;
The Joy Of Grief
© John Kenyon
"In vain you touch that answering wire,
Attuned to softest notes of peace;
Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!
Ray of the past, if yet thou canst appear,
Break through the clouds of Fancyâs waning year;
Chase from her breast the thin autumnal snow,
If leaf or blossom still is fresh below!
