Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY LADY OF THE VIOLIN, by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER First Line: My lady sits in idle pose Last Line: My lady, my sweet lady. Subject(s): Violins; Women | ||||||||
My Lady sits in idle pose With violin soft pressed By hands of love; Her face, a dream bespeaks, and glows With softened light that doth attest To source above, And on that light, methinks the soul That haunts each vibrant string Doth sit enthroned, And whispers harmony it stole From tunes the angel choirs sing With raptures toned; My Lady, my sweet Lady. Pray, sing me, mistress of my heart, The music whispered thee On streaming light, I would in mystic rhythmic art From Heaven's fount, thy genius see, Oh, rich delight! Mayhap the raptures of thy bow Will flood my nascent soul With love-born bliss, And it, attuned with thine, shall know The music of our Heavenly goal, And twain shall kiss; My Lady, my sweet Lady. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARISTOTLE TO PHYLLIS by JOHN HOLLANDER A WOMAN'S DELUSION by SUSAN HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS THE WOMEN ON CYTHAERON by ROBINSON JEFFERS TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LADIES FOR DINNER, SAIPAN by KENNETH KOCH GOODBYE TO TOLERANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV A DROP OF INK by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER |
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