O HEARKEN the so gentle plaint That weeps alone to soothe your ill, As shyly sounding and as faint As ripples on a mossy sill! You know the voice (once dear to you But now the singer's hid away And like a widow veiled from view, Although she proudly fronts the day, And thro' her fluttering weeds astr Before the gusty autumn wind The steadfast star of truth doth bea Upon the troubled heart behind. It saith, (this voice you hear again True life is to the kind of heart; That all of hate and malice wane To nothingness when we depart. It tells the bright felicities Of simple hearts that seek their kin In selfish bridal, and the bliss Of peace that seek nought to win. O hearken the returning voice In spousal rapture singing clear! O what can make the soul rejoice Like staunching of another's tear The soul that suffers without wrath Is but astray in passing wrong, How plain to follow is the path! O! hearken the celestial song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WITH MY CIGAR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY AMELIA EARHART by HELEN BRYANT HOMELESS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BRIGHT WATER FOR ME! by JAMES P. CRAWFORD IF I HAD KNOWN by MARY CAROLYN DAVIES |