My golden harp has one lone string, -- A lock of baby hair, And, when I play it wistfully, It sings a love-born air. As hope's enthralling violin, Or lyre o' vireo, Resounded strings I touched of yore, Oh, dawn-bright long-ago! I play my treasured harp of gold, Though plaintively it sings, For never can the music low Awake the broken strings To vibrate e'er again with life, In harmony complete -- But, golden hair, thy melody, Thy tender lilt is sweet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP THE ROSES ON THE TERRACE by ALFRED TENNYSON LAODAMIA by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NO SECOND TROY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |