Music, thou queen of souls, get up and string Thy powerful lute and some sad @3requiem@1 sing, 'Till mountains greet the echoes with a groan, And the broken rocks repeat the duller tone; Then, on a sudden, with a nimble hand, Run gently o'er the chords, and so command The pine to dance, the oak his roots forego, The holm and aged elm to foot it too; Myrtles shall caper, lofty cedars run, And call the courtly palm to make uo one; Then, in the midst of all their jolly train, Strike a sad note, and fix them trees again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON SONNET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GHOSTS' MOONSHINE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE MAID OF MURRAY HILL by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |