There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters betweenwalls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes ;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
(Part of ' The Choric Song ' from The Lotus-Eaters by ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON)
A weekly series of poetry programmes compiled and presented by Patric Dickinson
Poems read by ELIZABETH BELL and SEAN BARRETT
Producer SHAUN MACLOUGHLIN