Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TIGHTENED STRINGS, by ELIZABETH B. ROBB
First Line: The charm of music's soul - elating voice
Last Line: There is no music but on tightened strings.
Subject(s): Hearts; Music & Musicians
The charm of music's soul-elating voice
As whispered by the bow on tightened strings,
Is like a rift in clouds when sunbeams dance
Upon the rippling waters of the lake;
Or like the startled stir of wings
That gently flutter as the feathered tribe
Lights on a welcoming branch, secure
From harm amidst the sheltering leaves,
Nature's protection to the wild and shy.
Unless the strings were tightened 'twere discord;
No music when the lute is not in tune;
And so the human soul disseminates
Its purest notes when tightened heartstrings are
The instrument the soul must play upon,
Making sweet cadence that lilts and trills
Its richest melody from carping care
That drew the heartstrings taut to breaking point;
There is no music but on tightened strings.
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