I do not know the organ notes, Its stops and keys, And so I cannot thunder its Full harmonies. I cannot draw a cello bow Across its strings So that you catch your breath and say An angel sings. But if I own a little pipe -- A hollow reed -- And know a tune that's wild and thin Yet sweet indeed, Learned of the river and the wind One autumn day -- Learned maybe at the river's edge, Shall I not play? |