My golden harp has one lone string, -- A lock of baby hair, And, when I play it wistfully, It sings a love-born air. As hope's enthralling violin, Or lyre o' vireo, Resounded strings I touched of yore, Oh, dawn-bright long-ago! I play my treasured harp of gold, Though plaintively it sings, For never can the music low Awake the broken strings To vibrate e'er again with life, In harmony complete -- But, golden hair, thy melody, Thy tender lilt is sweet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE EVENING CLOUD by JOHN WILSON (1785-1854) THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS POEMS, FOR CHLORIS by ROBERT BURNS PUTTING THE CREAM IN THE WELL OF VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |