Poems — Music

Nay, but the earth is kind to me, Though I cry for a Star, Leaves and grasses, feather and flower, Cover the foolish scar, Prophets and saints and seraphim Lighten the load with song, And the heart of a man is a heavy load For a man to bear along.

MUSIC

Sounding brass and tinkling cymbal, He that made me sealed my ears, And the pomp of gorgeous noises, Waves of triumph, waves of tears, Thundered empty round and past me, Shattered, lost for ever more, Ancient gold of pride and passion, Wrecked like treasure on a shore.

But I saw her cheek and forehead Change, as at a spoken word, And I saw her head uplifted Like a lily to the Lord.

Nought is lost, but all transmuted, Ears are sealed, yet eyes have seen;

Saw her smiles (O soul be worthy!

), Saw her tears (O heart be clean!

).