A Harp of Wind and Flame

I have played upon a harp of wind and flame,
And received visions of clouds and ancient trees,
And visions of phantom-things which have no name,
And dissolving visions of poet's ecstasies.

I have played upon a harp of flame and wind,
And heard the music murmuring on Faerie's shore,
Where swoop the gales that leave breath behind
Somewhere on the ocean, to be seen no more.

I have played upon a harp of air and fire,
And smelled flowers growing on the old green meads
Where shepherds sang to nymphs of their desire,
Where sacred laurel grew from Daphne's seeds.

I have played upon a harp of fire and air,
And seen things live and fade and die, suns go down,
Over places like a bubble, trembling, bright and rare,
Dripping like poetry's fount from Helicon's crown.