For him who struck thy foreign string I ween this heart hath ceased to care Then why dost thou such feelings bring To my sad spirit, old guitar? It is as if the warm sunlight In some deep glen should lingering stay When clouds of tempest and of night Had wrapped the parent orb away -- It is as if the glassy brook Should image still its willows fair Though years ago the woodman's stroke Laid low in dust their gleaming hair: Even so, guitar, thy magic tone Hath moved the tear and waked the sigh Hath bid the ancient torrent flow Although its very source is dry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE FOR WOLFRAM by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 109 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE THRACIAN by VINCENT BOURNE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE LAST MESSAGE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON MY FATHER WAS A FARMER by ROBERT BURNS FRAGMENT WRITTEN SHORTLY AFTER THE MARRIAGE OF MISS CHAWORTH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |