Oh! mistress of the melancholy song, I love to bend before thy sacred shrine; To thee my fondest early vows belong, For pity's melting tenderness is thine. Thine is the harp of wild expressive tone, 'Tis thine to touch it with entrancing art; Till all thy numbers vibrate on the heart, And sympathy delights thy powers to own. Oh! sweetest muse of pity and of love, In artless song thy plaintive lyre I hail; Be mine to weep with thee o'er sorrow's tale, And oft thy pleasing visions may I prove. "Thou mistress of the melancholy song, "To thee my fondest early vows belong." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL CROSS AND THRONE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR HE SAW MY HEART'S WOE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE THE HULDRA-WOMAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE A BAGATELLE by JAMES G. BURNETT THE KIND WORD by ADA CAMBRIDGE THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. NOT OF MYSELF by EDWARD CARPENTER |