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!

1. Echoes. 23. The Skies Are Strown with Stars
2. Rhymes and Rhythms. Epilogue
3. Attadale, West Highlands
4. Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas
5. Echoes. 37. Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone

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