Out of the fullness of your warm heart, Write me a song, all sad and low, Like the sweet, jarred notes of a broken harp; And wing each word with a wail of woe. Let every echo be dim and drear, Let each sad accent a sigh express; Let the trembling glitter of hope's last tear Its pale ray cast on my wild distress. Out of the depths of your throbbing heart, A thousand of songs are slumbering there, Write me but one, thou sweet child of art, The song of a hope in its last despair; Make it so beautiful sad and low. Each note shall be sobbing, as tone by tone, It steals through all hearts like a chant of woe; Soft as a snowflake but wild as a moan. Out of the darkness flash me a song, All brightly dark and all darkly bright; Let it sweep as a lone star sweeps along The shadowy distance of the night; Make it sadly and simply sweet, But take out the notes that are drear and dim, And let it roll to my Maker's feet, And softly melt into heaven's hymn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE MOON by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES MORGUE: 1. LITTLE ASTER by GOTTFRIED BENN ETERNAL BEAUTY by GRACE EVELYN BROWN THE LONELY DOG by MARGARET E. BRUNER LAST DAYS OF QUEEN ELIZABETH by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |