Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet: Strings by the river where The willows meet. There's music along the river, For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair. All softly playing With head to the music bent, And fingers straying Upon an instrument. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO HIS DEAD BODY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE MUSIC O' THE DEAD by WILLIAM BARNES WOODBINES IN OCTOBER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES WRITTEN IN VISTORS' BOOK AT THE BIRTHPLACE OF ROBERT BURNS by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE AN OLD FRONT YARD by JESSIE GIDLEY CARTER A SLEET-STORM IN MAY by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |