FAR now from you, dear love, I know How well you build from bow and strings, Framing the melodies that flow From your beloved minstrel kings. But now the strings are mute, your hands Are still, the bow is laid aside: I see you searching out the lands Whence love beats back to you full-tide. And standing so you are the birth Of all the themes that you rewake; Brahms and Beethoven bade the earth Blossom in music for your sake. Now falls your phrasing from afar, Telling how they divined of old -- You cease, and on the moment are The cause of all that you have told. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE SEEING A STRANGE WOMAN DEAD by A. G. BECKMANN VERSES IN A WATCH by WILLIAM CZAR BRADLEY |