A HARP AEolian, on a lonely sill Was placed to feel the subtle wind's soft touch. Perhaps its strains were burdened overmuch With Nature's sadness and her discords, still, Responsive to its master's touchless thrill, It told the clover's whisper to the breeze, The wordless plaint of wind-swept winter trees With melody unknown to human skill. So in the quiet of a life apart From other lives, their passion and their pain, The hand of Nature touched thy tuned heart, And, lo, thou utterest in simple strain A song, too thought-rich for a fettered art, Yet bearing ever Nature's sad refrain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE |