Music, thou queen of souls, get up and string Thy powerful lute and some sad @3requiem@1 sing, 'Till mountains greet the echoes with a groan, And the broken rocks repeat the duller tone; Then, on a sudden, with a nimble hand, Run gently o'er the chords, and so command The pine to dance, the oak his roots forego, The holm and aged elm to foot it too; Myrtles shall caper, lofty cedars run, And call the courtly palm to make uo one; Then, in the midst of all their jolly train, Strike a sad note, and fix them trees again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR BOSTON by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET DEDICATORY by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THE FAKENHAM GHOST by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD PASTELLE IN BLUE by IDA MAY BORNCAMP MOTHERHOOD by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |