Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet: Strings by the river where The willows meet. There's music along the river, For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair. All softly playing With head to the music bent, And fingers straying Upon an instrument. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXILE'S SONG by ROBERT GILFILLAN A SUMMER SUMMARY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 8. ON LEAVING HOLLAND by MARK AKENSIDE THREE THINGS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE FASHION by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO CHILDREN: 3. THE GOLDEN DAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |