Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GOD'S HARP, by GUSTAV FALKE


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GOD'S HARP, by                    
First Line: The wind, stirring in the dark foliage, brings
Last Line: Hark, what a tone of love passed through the night.
Subject(s): Love; Melodies; Music & Musicians


THE wind, stirring in the dark foliage, brings
Songs to me of the wakeful nightingale;
At intervals a stranger music rings.
Whence are these voices that now light,
Now deeply echo from the night
And now of their own beauty fail?

The apple bough of white
That at my open window rocks and sways,
Against the pane its dewy blossom lays,
Shines magically in the blanchèd light,
A sabbath radiance covers all the ways;
My vision waxes vast and wide:

Oh, there arises now a solemn tide
For those who live in dreams, the delicate
Souls that to every subtle tone vibrate
Which from God's harp rings forth and prophesies
That he forever
His busy hand in ancient music plies,
And will not end the song of His delight.

Thus ends it never—
Hark, what a tone of love passed through the night.





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