But that one air for all that throng! And yet How variously the magic strain swept through Those thousand hearts! I saw young eyes that knew Only earth's fairest sights, grow dim and wet; While eyes long fed on visions of regret, Beheld the rose of hope spring up from rue. For some the night-wind in thy music blew; For some, the spring's celestial clarinet! And each heart knew its own: the poet heard, Ravished, the song his lips could never free; The girl, her lover's swift impassioned word; The mother thought, "Oh little, buried face!" And one, through veil of doubt and agony, Saw Christ, alone in the dim garden-place! @3Margaret Steele Anderson@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 2. OFF ALGIERS by SARA TEASDALE THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW ONE POET VISITS ANOTHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE DEBT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SHADOW ON THE STONE by THOMAS HARDY |