Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HARMONICS, by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY


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First Line: This string upon my harp was best beloved
Last Line: Gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue?
Subject(s): Music & Musicians


THIS string upon my harp was best beloved:
I thought I knew its secrets through and through;
Till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue
'Neath his white hair, bent over me and moved
His fingers up and down, and broke the wire
To such a laddered music, rung on rung,
As from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung
Crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire.
O vibrant heart! so metely tuned and strung
That any untaught hand can draw from thee
One clear gold note that makes the tired years young --
What of the time when Love had whispered me
Where slept thy nodes, and my hand pausefully
Gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue?






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