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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SYLVAN MUSICIAN, by CYRIL A. LINGEMANN First Line: High in his forest organ loft Last Line: Sweet snatches of quaint woodland lore. Subject(s): Musical Instruments; Organs (musical Instruments); Spring | |||
HIGH in his forest organ loft The musing wind now gently wrests From thousand pipes a music soft And croons above the empty nests. Anon he sings of bygone Spring, When first a sweeter music thrilled From silv'ry throats upon the wing And all the fragrant arches filled. Now wistfully he steals adown A vagrant sunbeam's steep descent, And rustles o'er the flagging brown In quest of other instrument. He tarries by yon underbrush— A harp that sighs beneath his hand— He scarcely breaks the solemn hush Within that solemn forest land. Now spies he deep beneath the trees One lone sweet blossom lingering there:— Soft fingering all its petal keys He plays upon that keyboard fair. And up and off he wanders on In restless mood the forest o'er And pensively he hums anon Sweet snatches of quaint woodland lore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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