With silver strings my harp is strung And in an inner crypt is hung So other fingers may not stroke Its silver strings, its frame of oak; No other hear its song.. once sung: The wild sweet songs its silver tongue Once wildly to the wooing flung, With silver strings That lisped with joy ... with pain was wrung; With ecstacy that glows among The leaping flames, the fumes that choke, The lurid lights, the acrid smoke, That veiled the night whose pearls are slung On silver wings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 4. LOVESIGHT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FIDELIA: 4. THE AUTHOR'S RESOLUTION IN A SONNET by GEORGE WITHER YARROW VISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CRADLE SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PAMPINEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 43. ALL GRASP, ALL LOSE by PHILIP AYRES |