The Heart's Own Voice, sweet viol, by thy name, Whose throbbing chords are tuned to every tone Of passion's scale to human bosom known. Dost thou discourse of love? The lover's frame Responsive trembles and reveals the flame. Is grief thy theme? What sympathy is shown On every face! Mayhap there bursts a moan. Thy gentle chiding wakens conscious blame. Spontaneous pleasure leads the nimble dance Where'er thy wizard wand a challenge flings, 'Neath stately roof or greenwood tree perchance. And when repentance wavers o'er the strings Their pleading prayers the contrite heart entrance, And waft it heavenward as on angel wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |