THE minstrel's mystic wand Has fallen from his hand; Stilled is the tuneful shell; The airs he used to play For us but yesterday Have failed and died away In sad farewell. Forgive -- O noble heart, Whose pure and gracious art Enraptured, all these years, Sang sweet, and sweeter yet Above all sounds that fret, And all sobs of regret -- Forgive our tears! Forgive us, weeping thus That thou art gone from us -- Because thy song divine, Too, with the master, gone, Leaves us to listen on In silence till the dawn That now is thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS LINCOLN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE by WALTER MITCHELL |