I AM a harp of many chords, and each Strung by a separate hand; -- most musical My notes, discoursing with the mental sense, Not the outward ear. Try them, they will reply With wisdom, fancy, graceful gaiety, Or ready wit, or happy sentiment. Come, add a string to my assort of sounds; Widen the compass of my harmony; And join thyself in fellowship of name With those, whose courteous labour and tair gifts Have given me voice, and made me what I am. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WERENA MY HEART'S LICHT I WAD DEE by GRISELL BAILLIE NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL INDIAN NAMES by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY |