William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window - Poem by William Ernest Henley

To me at my fifth-floor window
The chimney-pots in rows
Are sets of pipes pandean
For every wind that blows;

And the smoke that whirls and eddies
In a thousand times and keys
Is really a visible music
Set to my reveries.

O monstrous pipes, melodious
With fitful tune and dream,
The clouds are your only audience,
Her thought is your only theme!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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