Wednesday, December 07, 2005

THE POET'S SONG.....

The rain had fallen, the poet arose,
He passed by the town & out of the street,
A light wind blew from the gates of the Sun,
And waves of shadow went over the Wheat,
And he sat him down in a lonely place,
Chanted a melody loud & sweet,
That made the wild swan pause in her cloud,
And the Lark drop down at his feet,
The Swallow stop as he hunted the fly,
The snake slip under a spray,
The wild Hawk stood with the Swan on his beak,
And stared with his foot on the prey,
Whilst the Nightingale thought -
"I have sung many songs,
But never one so gay,
For he sings of what the world would be,
When the years have died away."

5 Comments:

Blogger anthony said...

ummm.. who's the poet??

8:03 PM  
Blogger Dhananjay Shettigar said...

Tennyson, I believe. Wat say, Anthony???

9:29 PM  
Blogger Surya Ragunaathan said...

@anthony & DJ - No idea, honestly...just came across it on the net, liked it very much and posted...the source on that site though said - Anonymous
cheers!!

1:09 AM  
Blogger Pleiades said...

Yeah... That's a nice Tennyson alright... He uses beautiful language...
Another favourite Tennyson of mine is Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white... Lovely.. :)
Oh and thanks a lot for your comment on my blog. You're very kind. My poems are pretty personal, kinda plain if you ask me... More for the sake of expression than anything else.. :) But am glad you liked them. Thanks. :)

12:00 PM  
Blogger Surya Ragunaathan said...

@pleiades & DJ - Oooh!! is that Tennyson? How could I not know? I will smack my butt for this one...
Tennyson favourites of mine are LITERARY SQUABBLES & MIDNIGHT....’Tis midnight o’er the dim mere’s lonely bosom,...great one.
cheers!!

7:21 PM  

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