A LYRE its plaintive sweetness poured Forth on the wild wind's track; The stormy wanderer jarred the chord, But gave no music back. -- O child of song! Bear hence to heaven thy fire: What hopest thou from the reckless throng? Be not like that lost lyre! Not like that lyre! A flower its leaves and odours cast On a swift-rolling wave; Th' unheeding torrent darkly passed, And back no treasure gave. -- O heart of love! Waste not thy precious dower: Turn to thine only home above! Be not like that lost flower! Not like that flower! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CLEVER WOMAN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VIOLET by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE LEADY'S TOWER by WILLIAM BARNES SONNET AGAINST THE DISPRAYSERS OF POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD A YEOMAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TANAGER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN CLEVEDON VERSES: 9. THE VOICES OF NATURE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |