The words are done. The covers of the song Are closed. The lingering murmur from the keys, Diminuendo, slow and sweetly long, Dies out; the singer, who his triumph sees, Departs mid storms of thundering applause, He comes not back: he is forever gone; And yet the crowd goes humming as it draws Away toward streets where late the sunlight shone. So you have passed too far for you to hear The praises that electrify the air; And yet not dead because that strangely dear Appointment holds you mercilessly there. And though that thief has bound you fast with bands, Your music still is heard through many lands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |