Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet: Strings by the river where The willows meet. There's music along the river, For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair. All softly playing With head to the music bent, And fingers straying Upon an instrument. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SECRET by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |