He lifts his slender bow: Down those clear notes Trip all your happy hours You wander Childhood's lovely lanes Standing knee-deep in flowers: Soft, timid things brush by you on swift wing Trees rustle gently and birds gaily sing, Silence awhile—and then He lifts his bow again: Down to your heart's far depths Those rich tones steal Tearing the filmy mask of pride away Giving you back for one rare, priceless day Your cherished dreams—that ever grow more real. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER THICKET by SHARON OLDS CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR |