Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO EMILY DICKINSON, by MARY BOWEN BRAINERD First Line: A harp aeolian, on a lonely sill Last Line: Yet bearing ever nature's sad refrain. Subject(s): Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886); Universities & Colleges - Faculty; Wellesley College | ||||||||
A HARP AEolian, on a lonely sill Was placed to feel the subtle wind's soft touch. Perhaps its strains were burdened overmuch With Nature's sadness and her discords, still, Responsive to its master's touchless thrill, It told the clover's whisper to the breeze, The wordless plaint of wind-swept winter trees With melody unknown to human skill. So in the quiet of a life apart From other lives, their passion and their pain, The hand of Nature touched thy tuned heart, And, lo, thou utterest in simple strain A song, too thought-rich for a fettered art, Yet bearing ever Nature's sad refrain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM |
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