Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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THE POETSHARP.
The Strings with which the Poetsharp is madeAre those of his own Heart, no Wonder then
Its Music stirs so deep the Souls of Men,
As tho' his Hand on their own Heartstrings played,
And so it does!— And oh! how lightly swayed
Are those selftrembling Chords, which thrill e'en when
His Hand is sleeping, and wake up again
Old Melodies, wild Music, which had strayed
O'er them in bygone Days: for he scarce knows
Himself whence comes the Spirit of his Lay:
Oft 'tis aroused by some far Note, that flows
From Angels hymning on the newborn Day;
And like the Seashell is his Heart, for aye
With living Sounds and Echos filled from those
Far Spheres, to which he longs to soar away!
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