Poems (Cromwell)/Progression
PROGRESSION
The resonance of wind and wave Is put to music by the tide; So passion modulates to verse, And moves in rhythm's quiet stride.
The bards in realms enchanted hold Familiar converse, like the birds; Repeat emotion, improvise, Sustain the fundamental words,—
Until, forsaking pastorals, They must pursue Life's ampler prose,—A continuity of song The heart's experience only knows.