@3Three Voices@1 [@3together@1]. Hurry to bless the hands that play, The mouths that speak, the notes and strings, O masters of the glittering town! O! lay the shrilly trumpet down, Though drunken with the flags that sway Over the ramparts and the towers, And with the waving of your wings. @3First Voice@1. Maybe they linger by the way. One gathers up his purple gown; One leans and mutters by the wall -- He dreads the weight of mortal hours. @3Second Voice@1. O no, O no! they hurry down Like plovers that have heard the call. @3Third Voice@1. O kinsmen of the Three in One, O kinsmen, bless the hands that play. The notes they waken shall live on When all this heavy history's done; Our hands, our hands must ebb away. @3Three Voices@1 [@3together@1]. The proud and careless notes live on, But bless our hands that ebb away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR MARIANNA ALCOFORANDO by SARA TEASDALE A RUNNABLE STAG by JOHN DAVIDSON SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE BALLADE OF A TRAVELLER'S JINX by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS |