Oh! mistress of the melancholy song, I love to bend before thy sacred shrine; To thee my fondest early vows belong, For pity's melting tenderness is thine. Thine is the harp of wild expressive tone, 'Tis thine to touch it with entrancing art; Till all thy numbers vibrate on the heart, And sympathy delights thy powers to own. Oh! sweetest muse of pity and of love, In artless song thy plaintive lyre I hail; Be mine to weep with thee o'er sorrow's tale, And oft thy pleasing visions may I prove. "Thou mistress of the melancholy song, "To thee my fondest early vows belong." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD IN THE TWILIGHT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CANADA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE NORTH AND THE SOUTH; LAST POEM, ROME, MAY, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE DREADED TASK by MARGARET E. BRUNER |