I know when thou dost touch the keys, Fair lady, with thy loving hand, That I shall hear sweet harmonies, Played as their makers planned. For as the sun with beauty fills A landscape that by night was dark, Disclosing meads, and purple hills, And heaven where sings the lark; So thou, illuming some old theme With the bright sunshine of thy soul, Reveal'st the beauties rare which gleam Upon the master's scroll. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER |