I saw thee once, I see thee now; Thy pure young face, thy noble mien, Thy truthful eyes, thy radiant brow; All childlike, lovely, and serene; Rapt in harmonious visions proud, Scarce conscious of the audient crowd. I heard thee when the instrument, Possessed and quickened by thy soul, Impassioned and intelligent, Responded to thy full control With all the treasures of its dower, Its sweetest and its grandest power. I saw and heard with such delight As rarely charms our lower sphere: Blind Handel would not miss his sight, Thy beauty voiced thus in his ear; Beethoven in that face would see His glorious unheard harmony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I SHALL BE SATISFIED by MARTIN BEHEMB THE WANDERING JEW by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER MADMAN I HAVE BEEN CALLED by WILLIAM BLAKE GLEANING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE NEW HUDIBRAS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB TO E. M. O. by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARS OLD DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |