Are you bowed down in heart? Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life? Then come away, come to the peaceful wood, Here bathe your soul in silence. Listen! Now, From out the palpitating solitude Do you not catch, yet faint, elusive strains? They are above, around, within you, everywhere. Silently listen! Clear, and still more clear, they come. They bubble up in rippling notes, and swell in singing tones. Not let your soul run the whole gamut of the wondrous scale Until, responsive to the tonic chord, It touches the diapason of God's grand cathedral organ, Filling earth for you with heavenly peace And holy harmonies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |