Such slender fingers To call forth such sound: To shout the roar of distant mountain streams; To weave the filmy chiffon of gay dreams; To guide one safely through the forest's hush To where the marshes wander dank and lush Out to the open sea, There, by the ocean's pounding mystery That swift white finges thunder through the room, To suddenly grow silent and discreet As when one wanders down a village street; Then, running on again, Like lively children Just released from school, Tripping away from watchfulness and rule, Swifter and swifter those slim fingers fly And lo, the practice hour has hurried by! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |