(For Music)
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,
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A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death great great write great 10++++++++
" A whisper from his dawn of life" . Amazing poetic expression from the master craftsman.
A poignant rendition elegantly crafted in heightened poetic diction with clarity of thought and mind.
What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy, Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy, Far-far-away? ...........so touching with nice theme. Beautiful poem composed by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lord Tennyson is well known for his beautiful composition of poems with perfect rhyme and rhythm ever and he does great wonder with the three words, far far away at the end of each stanza of this nice poem!
I cite hos last stanza here: What charm in words, a charm no words could give? O dying words, can Music make you live Far-far-away? .............................Indeed, I was asking either: Dying Words, can Music make you live.... Captured well, CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as The Classic Poem Ot The Day. Hurray! To his great family in the USA. God's Blessings in Abundance. Amen
What charm in words, a charm no words could give? O dying words, can Music make you live... Musical expression, indeed. A wonderful poem, where, where are such lovely poems now?
O dying words, can music make you live......these wordring like music.
Looking at the world going beyond the world, finding charm of sound going beyond the sound, viewing life going beyond the life... superb strength of imagination, thanks for posting Chandan
Into heaven's own hue! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The call of those three words from the gates of birth as also from the doors of death, - far-far-away, the music of the soul.
a whisper from his dawn of life. Superb conceptualization and beautifully conceived poem. Thanks for posting it here.
Far-far-away? no! near, near, more than my thoughtful Sire!
What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy, Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy, Far-far-away? A beautiful poem. tony