THERE is no unawakened string, No untried note for me to ring, No new-found song for me to sing. Old numbers round my day and night; When summer comes my heart is light; 'Tis heavy, when the birds take flight. My love is young, her face is fair, The sun-light never leaves her hair, Her beauty fills me with a prayer. And many a tryst and watch I keep, With those who laugh and those who weep, Between the hours of work and sleep. The songs I strive to sing have rolled Through times and ages manifold, A mighty chorus fully told. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PATRIOTIC MERCHANT PRINCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE PILGRIM FATHERS by LEONARD BACON (1802-1881) A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT THE STORY SO FAR by JOHN CLARKE (AUSTRALIAN) FRIENDSHIP by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE SONNETS ON EMINENT CHARACTERS: 3. PRIESTLEY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO TWO SISTERS; A WANDERER'S FAREWELL by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO SIR ASTON COCKAYNE ON CAPTAIN HANNIBALL; EPIGRAM by CHARLES COTTON |