Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A VIOLIN, by BERTHA FRANCES GORDON First Line: Strange shape, who moulded first thy dainty shell? Last Line: To quench his thirst, and help his load to bear. Subject(s): Love; Music & Musicians; Sound; Violins | ||||||||
STRANGE shape, who moulded first thy dainty shell? Who carved these melting curves? Who first did bring Across thy latticed bridge the slender string? Who formed this magic wand, to weave the spell, And lending thee his own soul, bade thee tell, When o'er the quiv'ring strings, he drew the bow, Life's history of happiness and woe, Or sing a paean, or a fun'ral knell? Oh come, beloved, responsive instrument, Across thy slender throat with gentle care I'll stretch my heart-strings; and be quite content To lose them, if with man I can but share The springs of song, that in my soul are pent, To quench his thirst, and help his load to bear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEAR MISS HAIKU by ANSELM HOLLO OUT-OF-THE-BODY TRAVEL by STANLEY PLUMLY HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS THE OLD VIOLIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN THE VIOLINIST by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE VIOLIN'S ENCHANTRESS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A VIOLINIST by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |
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