I do not know the organ notes, Its stops and keys, And so I cannot thunder its Full harmonies. I cannot draw a cello bow Across its strings So that you catch your breath and say An angel sings. But if I own a little pipe -- A hollow reed -- And know a tune that's wild and thin Yet sweet indeed, Learned of the river and the wind One autumn day -- Learned maybe at the river's edge, Shall I not play? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE BALLAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE REALM OF FANCY by JOHN KEATS THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT by EDWARD LEAR KEATS (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 4. BALLYTULLAGH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |