A LYRE its plaintive sweetness poured Forth on the wild wind's track; The stormy wanderer jarred the chord, But gave no music back. -- O child of song! Bear hence to heaven thy fire: What hopest thou from the reckless throng? Be not like that lost lyre! Not like that lyre! A flower its leaves and odours cast On a swift-rolling wave; Th' unheeding torrent darkly passed, And back no treasure gave. -- O heart of love! Waste not thy precious dower: Turn to thine only home above! Be not like that lost flower! Not like that flower! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. MOTHER NATURE by EMILY DICKINSON POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY |