Music

By Walter de la Mare

Photo by Jovydas Dobilas

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. 

Photo by cottonbro studio

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. 

Photo by Pok Rie

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.

Photo by Tobias Bjørkli

Music

By Walter de la Mare