Now take this music: loose the sombre strands: Let them escape like dusk out of your hands: And think of amber tarnished by the sea, Or smoky silver mornings of black frost. Here is unreasonable melody Through a confusion as of flying bells, Demanding a wild blood that understands When the far voices cry alone and lost. Unwind the tangled themes: let them fall down, Thinking of coral where the breakers roar, And caverns dark with music to the core, And dragging purple seaweed sown with shells. Turn to me. Tell me . . . though the soul must drown . . . These are the moments we were meant to know. And when there is no music any more Say if you can I never loved you so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENNIE SWENSON by KAREN SWENSON LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA |