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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET TO MUSIC, by CHARLES B. NOBLE
First Line: Fatigued, on palsied hands we drop our head
Last Line: What should we have were music left behind?
Subject(s): Sonnet (as Literary Form)
First Line: Fatigued, on palsied hands we drop our head
Last Line: What should we have were music left behind?
Subject(s): Sonnet (as Literary Form)
Fatigued, on palsied hands we drop our head
By weary frame sustained. Yet feel no rest
Till Music sweet from out the air downspread
Awakes dull cells, and ends our vigor quest.
Distressed, our minds in quandry wander round,
And flee in pain Insanity's advance,
And fear that he his chains on them has bound
Till Music comes, with her another chance.
In spirit weak, we stoop to action vile,
And feel that in such gestures Nature raves.
When in that moment Fate has ceased to smile,
If Music comes, her rhythm virtue saves.
In body, morals, spirit, heart and mind,
What should we have were Music left behind?
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