As once a noisy car bore me along, I met a group of street musicians. They Were near me, but I could not hear them play, -- I only marked the influence of their song: The violinist's eyes flash at the throng, The harper's fingers through the dumb strings stray. I saw the girl's throat swell, as in her lay She found a moment she would fain prolong. Thy saints their glorious viols strike, O Lord, I see them stand and know they sing to me; But life's confusion dulls my spirit's ear. I catch, now here, now there, some broken chord, Though my ears strain towards heaven's minstrelsy. O give me peace that I the whole may hear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 7. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 3. OF CONTENTMENT by WILLIAM BASSE HONOUR'S MARTYR by EMILY JANE BRONTE SEND FORTH THE VOICE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |