Enigmatical, tremulous, Voice of the troubled wires, What remembering desires Wail to me, wandering thus Up through the night with a cry, Inarticulate, insane, Out of the night of the street and the rain Into the rain and the night of the sky? Inarticulate voice of my heart, Rusty, a worn-out thing, Harsh with a broken string, Mended, and pulled apart, All the old tunes played through, Fretted by hands that have played, Tremulous voice that cries to me out of the shade, The voice of my heart is crying in you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISCORDANTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TO A MOSQUITO by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AIRLY BEACON by CHARLES KINGSLEY WHICH WAS MOST TRULY DEAD? by CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE-BEUVE SONGS OF LABOR: DEDICATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |