Here you will find the Poem An Aspiration. of poet Robert Crawford
Music, with the tears in it, Through my soul is ringing, Moods like bodies flame and flit Through the spirit's singing; Dream-birds half-articulate, Which no charms can capture, Come by twos and nest and mate In a moment's rapture. Now I seem to be upborne On a starry pinion Where the poet's hope forlorn Has divine dominion ? Where he sees the clouds of earth Gather light and cluster, As babes on the dawn of Birth Watch the visions muster! All that thought and feeling share In a soul's possession To my singing seems to bear A divine confession; As within my dreaming brain Lips of inspiration Breathe the beauty gone again On a new creation.
