I touched the heart that loved me as a player Touches a lyre. Content with my poor skill, No touch saves mine knew my beloved (and still I thought at times: Is there no sweet lost air Old loves could wake in him, I cannot share?) O he alone, alone could so fulfill My thoughts in sound to the measurement of my will. He is gone, and silence takes me unaware. The songs I knew not he resumes, set free From my constraining love, alas for me! His part in our tune goes with him; my part Is locked in me for ever; I stand as mute As one with vigorous music in his heart Whose fingers stray upon a shattered lute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 6. THE KISS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THEOCRITUS; A VILLANELLE by OSCAR WILDE DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE THANKSGIVING DAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ORGANIST by KATHARINE LEE BATES TRUST YOU MUST by JULIUS C BRUTTO |