THIS string upon my harp was best beloved: I thought I knew its secrets through and through; Till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue 'Neath his white hair, bent over me and moved His fingers up and down, and broke the wire To such a laddered music, rung on rung, As from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung Crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. O vibrant heart! so metely tuned and strung That any untaught hand can draw from thee One clear gold note that makes the tired years young -- What of the time when Love had whispered me Where slept thy nodes, and my hand pausefully Gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE REUNITED LOVE by RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN MOSES AND THE DERVISH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON AN ELEGY UPON THE UNTIMELY DEATH OF PRINCE HENRY by THOMAS CAMPION |