What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought... A Household Book of English Poetry - Page 2851870 - 438 pagesFull view - About this book
| Sally West - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 222 pages
...qualities of the natural and human world and open, appropriately, with the poet himself. The lark is Like a Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. (36-40) Just as the poet's song becomes a disembodied voice through his works, obscured by the light... | |
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