In the cool and silent night By the flickering candlelight, When the weary are at rest And sweet Bonn with peace is blest He comes! Sitting at the spinet there, (Ghostly face and waving hair) With imprisoned ecstasy 'Tis the Second Symphony He plays! From those yellowed ivories Rise the rarest memories Of those long-forgotten days, Broken now the spellit fades ... He goes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO W.P.: 4 by GEORGE SANTAYANA ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS |