MANY love music but for music's sake; Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half dead, And rise to follow where she loves to lead. What various feelings come from days gone by! What tears from far-off sources dim the eye! Few, when light fingers with sweet voices play, And melodies swell, pause, and melt away, Mind how at every touch, at every tone, A spark of life hath glisten'd and hath gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON THE RAND MCNALLY ATLAS by KAREN SWENSON ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY IN HOSPITAL: 2. WAITING by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE LAST LEAF by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: SPRING by THOMAS NASHE MAUDE CLARE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |