TELL me, O Music, why the bliss you bring Comes edged with pain from every shaken string? "We are but wraiths," the woodwinds wailed reply, "Born to be beautiful -- but born to die." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI THE TENTH MUSE: THE VANITY OF ALL WORLDLY THINGS by ANNE BRADSTREET SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS WHEN KREISLER PLAYS by FRANCES BARTLETT |