Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A FLUTE PLAYER, by CLARENCE THOMAS URMY Poet's Biography First Line: Down through the shadow-years has come a word Last Line: The calm, the perfect calm of raptured rest. Subject(s): Flutes | ||||||||
Down through the shadow-years has come a word Or two of Lamia, who, with her flute, Lulled Care to sleep, bade Grief and Strife be mute, And calmed the heart by Pain and Passion stirred; Men called her Dryad, Zephyr, Sylvan Bird, She led them by such pleasant, tranquil route, O'erhung with blossom-bough and trellised fruit, To haunts where naught but dreamland sounds are heard. To-day, you play along that path of bliss, Dream-sandalled, I am wooed afar, afar To where your strains are echoed in a star That slowly sinks beyond a crimson crest Play on my soul knows nothing else but this: The calm, the perfect calm of raptured rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOGIC AND 'THE MAGIC FLUTE' (IMPRESSIONS OF A PREMIERE) by MARIANNE MOORE A FLUTE OVERHEARD by KENNETH REXROTH A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE VEERY'S FLUTE by LUCY BRANCH ALLEN THE OLD FLUTE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER AUTUMN WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A CALIFORNIA SONG by CLARENCE THOMAS URMY |
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