THIS night the enchanting musicians rendered a trio of Beethoven, -- Light and lovely, or solemn, as in a Tuscan tower The walls with gracious tapestries gleam, and the deep-cut windows Give on landscapes gigantic, framing the four-square world, -- When sudden the music turned to anger, as nature's murmur Sometimes to anger turns, speaking, in voice infuriate, Cruel, quick, implacable; inhuman, savage, resistless, -- And I thought of that sensitive spirit flinging back in scorn tempestuous, And in art supreme, immortal, the infamous arrows of fortune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER'S HOPE by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON A MOURNER by ALFRED TENNYSON YARROW UNVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |