Poem by William Ernest Henley

Echoes. 12. To Me at My Fifth-Floor Window

To me at my fifth-floor window
   The chimney-pots in rows
Are sets of pipes pandean
   For every wind that blows;

And the smoke that whirls and eddies
   In a thousand times and keys
Is really a visible music
   Set to my reveries.

O monstrous pipes, melodious
   With fitful tune and dream,
The clouds are your only audience,
   Her thought is your only theme!

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4. Beside the Idle Summer Sea
5. Echoes. 22. The West a Glimmering Lake of Light

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