On Hearing Poem by William Lisle Bowles

On Hearing

Rating: 2.9


O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die
In the long vaultings of this ancient fane!
Stay, for I may not hear on earth again
Those pious airs--that glorious harmony;
Lifting the soul to brighter orbs on high,
Worlds without sin or sorrow! Ah, the strain
Has died--even the last sounds that lingeringly
Hung on the roof ere they expired!
And I
Stand in the world of strife, amidst a throng,
A throng that reckons not of death or sin!
Oh, jarring scenes! to cease, indeed, ere long;
The worm hears not the discord and the din;
But he whose heart thrills to this angel song
Feels the pure joy of heaven on earth begin!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 08 December 2015

lovely poem.............

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Juwon Daniel 08 December 2015

good.......poem....

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Oladehinde Temitayo 08 December 2015

What a lovely poem

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Dinda Khairani 08 December 2015

This is such a lovely poem! Thanks for sharing! 10

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Ratnakar Mandlik 08 December 2015

Amazing poem with lovely rhyme. Enjoyed the poem and it's melody. Thanks for sharing it on PH.

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Manonton Dalan 08 December 2015

beautiful I like it........

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Susan Williams 08 December 2015

This lines does linger, doesn't it? - -even the last sounds that lingeringly Hung on the roof ere they expired!

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Francie Lynch 08 December 2015

Very appropo today. We're living the same terror.

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Edward Kofi Louis 08 December 2015

Sweet sounds; with the muse of life. Nice work.

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M Asim Nehal 08 December 2015

Wonderful poem with rhyme and free flow..

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