Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind, O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre, That he has left no word of singing fire Whereby you waked the dreaming Lesbian wind, And kindled night along the lyric shore? O girl whose lips Erato stooped to kiss, Do you go sorrowing because of this In fields where poets sing forevermore? Or are you glad and is it best to be A silent music men have never heard, A dream in all our souls that we may say: "Her voice had all the rapture of the sea, And all the clear cool quiver of a bird Deep in a forest at the break of day"? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO THE PEACOCK OF FRANCE by MARIANNE MOORE |