A TINY rift within the lute May sometimes make the music mute! By slow degrees, the rift grows wide, By slow degrees, the tender tide -- Harmonious once -- of loving thought Becomes with harsher measures fraught, Until the heart's Arcadian breath Lapses thro' discord into death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER FAREWELL TO LOVE; SONNET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW ON THE NEW FORCES OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT by JOHN MILTON SPRING, 1916 by ISAAC ROSENBERG |