A HARP AEolian, on a lonely sill Was placed to feel the subtle wind's soft touch. Perhaps its strains were burdened overmuch With Nature's sadness and her discords, still, Responsive to its master's touchless thrill, It told the clover's whisper to the breeze, The wordless plaint of wind-swept winter trees With melody unknown to human skill. So in the quiet of a life apart From other lives, their passion and their pain, The hand of Nature touched thy tuned heart, And, lo, thou utterest in simple strain A song, too thought-rich for a fettered art, Yet bearing ever Nature's sad refrain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON GEORGE CRABBE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DESCRIPTIONS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN A RAINY DAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD EPITAPH ON MRS. M. HIGGINS, OF WESTON by WILLIAM COWPER A WORD IN SEASON; SONNET by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |