Gift of the faithful, the eloquent organ, Gracing the loft that faces the transept, Waits for the master to waken the spirit Forth from the marvellous heart of the instrument. Silent as yet are the tall golden bourdons, Motionless lie the powerful bellows; Closed are the stops, all inert are the pedals: They will respond at the hour of the festival. Come, O breath of the gale from the ocean, Come from the far distant murmuring forest, Come from the reeds that sigh by the river: It is your music the master makes manifest. Songs of the warblers, the soughing of branches, Waterfalls, mountain-brooks, silverly tinkling, Echo of lakes when the ice shouts his pæan All these mellifluous voices you bring with you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST EPILOGUE FROM EMBLEMS OF LOVE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY THE MALDIVE SHARK by HERMAN MELVILLE THE RAINY SUMMER by ALICE MEYNELL THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE |