I saw thee once, I see thee now; Thy pure young face, thy noble mien, Thy truthful eyes, thy radiant brow; All childlike, lovely, and serene; Rapt in harmonious visions proud, Scarce conscious of the audient crowd. I heard thee when the instrument, Possessed and quickened by thy soul, Impassioned and intelligent, Responded to thy full control With all the treasures of its dower, Its sweetest and its grandest power. I saw and heard with such delight As rarely charms our lower sphere: Blind Handel would not miss his sight, Thy beauty voiced thus in his ear; Beethoven in that face would see His glorious unheard harmony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LYNCHED by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. DEAD AUTUMN by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL NORTHERN LIGHTS by EINAR BENEDIKTSSON ADVENTURERS OF SCIENCE by BERTON BRALEY |