Four little poems

~Four relatively short pieces inspired by poems.


 

The Eagle 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. -Tennyson

Moonshine Weary already, weary mile to-night I walked for bed: and so, to get some ease, I dogged the flying moon with similes. And like a wisp she doubled on my sight In ponds; and caught in tree-tops like a kite; And in a globe of film all vapourish Swam full-faced like a silly silver fish;- Last like a bubble shot the welkin's height 'Where my road turned, and got behind me, and set My wizened shadow craning round at me, And jeered, "So, step the measure, - one two three!" - And if I faced on her, looked innocent. But just at parting, halfway down a dell, She kissed me for good-night. So you'll not tell. -D. G. Rossetti

The Brook Gay below the cowslip bank, see, the billow dances; There I lay, beguiling time - when I liv'd romances; Dropping pebbles in the wave, fancies into fancies. -Bulwer

Winter A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound. - Shelley

Complete recording by Coleman, N.
 

1	The Eagle	2:27
2	The Brook	1:51
3	Moonshine	4:04
4	Winter	3:52