Enigmatical, tremulous, Voice of the troubled wires, What remembering desires Wail to me, wandering thus Up through the night with a cry, Inarticulate, insane, Out of the night of the street and the rain Into the rain and the night of the sky? Inarticulate voice of my heart, Rusty, a worn-out thing, Harsh with a broken string, Mended, and pulled apart, All the old tunes played through, Fretted by hands that have played, Tremulous voice that cries to me out of the shade, The voice of my heart is crying in you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER WREATHE THE BOWL by THOMAS MOORE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE COMPANIONSHIP AT NIGHT by AGNES STEWART BECK THE SOUL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SUBWAY by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN |