Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF TO-MORROW, by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN Poet's Biography First Line: Sound, o harp of being, set Last Line: Thou shalt never moan again. Alternate Author Name(s): Burke, Fielding Subject(s): Future; Pain; Past; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
SOUND, O Harp of Being, set Deathless in the winds of time! All thine ancient part forget, Wailing lust, and strife, and crime! Clouds of hate are now sweet rain: Thou shalt never moan again. Harp of Being, O forget Hesper dead that played on thee, All her golden fingers wet With the blood of misery! Morning sweeps along thy strings; Thou art done with yester things. Bright thou art with drops that fell Watering earth's long-buried Spring; Thou hast quivered safe through Hell Where Love found immortal wing; Sound, while Life unfrenzied calls Joy to hallowed Bacchanals! Harp of Dawn, forget, forget! Sound thee of the hours now come When the vine and violet Bind to earth the fallen drum. Palsied as a dying star Fails the shaken torch of war! From each pennoned pinnacle Of the cities of the free, Clasped in time invisible, Flows the wonder down to thee; Thou so swift to throb and start With the singing earth's new heart! By the light that sets mind free, By the night that once it wore, By the soul man is to be, By the beast he is no more; By thy past, unmeasured pain, Thou shalt never moan again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE PATH-FLOWER by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN |
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