But that one air for all that throng! And yet How variously the magic strain swept through Those thousand hearts! I saw young eyes that knew Only earth's fairest sights, grow dim and wet; While eyes long fed on visions of regret, Beheld the rose of hope spring up from rue. For some the night-wind in thy music blew; For some, the spring's celestial clarinet! And each heart knew its own: the poet heard, Ravished, the song his lips could never free; The girl, her lover's swift impassioned word; The mother thought, "Oh little, buried face!" And one, through veil of doubt and agony, Saw Christ, alone in the dim garden-place! @3Margaret Steele Anderson@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH LACK OF STEADFASTNESS; BALLAD by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE CULPRIT FAY by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE SHERMAN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE HIGH TIDE AT [OR, ON THE COAST OF] LINCOLNSHIRE by JEAN INGELOW SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG HERO TO LEANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |