poetry

Brass Tower Poetry

Here will be displayed the poetic writings of Brass Tower visitors and contributors, beginning October 1, 2001. Click on the link below to submit your own writing for consideration.

Poetry

This page was last updated on: September 9, 2001

THE EAGLE: Alfred, Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

SONG: William Blake

Memory, hither come,

And tune your merry notes:

And, while upon the wind

Your music floats,

I'll pore upon the stream

Where sighing lovers dream,

And fish for fancies as they pass

Within the watery glass.

I'll drink of the clear stream,

And hear the linnet's song;

And there I'll lie and dream

The day along:

And when night comes, I'll go

To places fit for woe,

Walking along the darkened valley

With silent Melancholy.