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THE RECALL, OR SOUL MELODY, by ELIZABETH OAKES PRINCE SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: Nor dulcimer nor harp shall breathe Last Line: Unto a deathless melody. Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Seba (E. Oakes), Mrs.; Oakes-smith, Elizabeth Subject(s): Music & Musicians; Soul | ||||||||
NOR dulcimer nor harp shall breathe Their melody for me; Within my secret soul be wrought A holier minstrelsy! Descend into thy depths, oh soul And every sense in me control. Thou hast no voice for outward mirth, Whose purer strains arise From those that steal from crystal gates, The hymnings of the skies; And well may earth's cold jarrings cease, When such have soothed thee unto peace. Within thy secret chamber rest, And back each sense recall, That seeketh 'mid the tranquil stars Where melody shall fall; Call home the wanderer from the vale, From mountain and the moonlight pale. Within the leafy wood, the sound Of dropping rain may ring, Which, rolling from the trembling leaf, Falls on the sparrow's wing; And music round the waking flower May breathe in every star-lit bower: Yet, come away! nor stay to hear The breathings of a voice Whose subtle tones awake a thrill To make thee to rejoice, And vibrate on the listening ear, Too deep, too earnest, ah, too dear. Yes, come away, and inward turn Each thought and every sense, For sorrow lingers from without, Thou canst not charm it thence; But all attuned the soul may be, Unto a deathless melody. | Other Poems of Interest...THE ANIMAL INSIDE THE ANIMAL by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE CRUEL FALCON by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE WHOLE SOUL by PHILIP LEVINE I KNOW MY SOUL by CLAUDE MCKAY HONORING THE SAND; IN MEMORY OF JOSEPH CAMPBELL by ROBERT BLY THE CHINESE PEAKS; FOR DONALD HALL by ROBERT BLY THE LIFE OF TOWNS: TOWN OF THE EXHUMATION by ANNE CARSON |
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