OH! judge in thoughtful tenderness of those Who, richly dowered for life, are called to die Ere the soul's flame, through storms, hath won repose In truth's divinest ether, still and high! Let their mind's riches claim a trustful sigh! Deem them but sad, sweet fragments of a strain, First notes of some yet struggling harmony, By the strong rush, the crowding joy and pain Of many inspirations met, and held From its true sphere, -- oh! soon it might have swelled Majestically forth! Nor doubt that He, Whose touch mysterious may on earth dissolve Those links of music, elsewhere will evolve Their grand consummate hymn, from passion-gusts made free! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 28. AS-BAZIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |