Music Poem by Walter de la Mare
Music
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
Music colours our world with its harmony and as the poet says the earth looks lovelier.
There are lot of positiveness of music and a lovely poem.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem was new to me and my granddaughter and we both loved it
A world without music. A quiet and lonely road. A amazing and wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/12/2024 6:49:54 PM # 1.0.0
You depicted the feelings that music comes with perfectly in this poem (when music sounds gone is the earth i know)