A FRAIL hand hovering sets the keys astir Wan-faced in the vague twilit rose and gray, While like the wafture of light wings in air A doting melody begins to sway, Falters uncertain as with fear astray In this room rife with all the sweet of Her. And what is this suave to-and-fro that goes Like fondling hands of my poor being fain? What would you, wavering song? What longing flows In the soft babble of your shy refrain, Now wafted out in the wide air to wane Beyond the window where the garden blows? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE EAGLE; A FRAGMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON |