Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EMPTY SONG, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What have we but an empty song Last Line: But his soul is thirsty now. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Singing & Singers; Soul; Thirst; Wind | ||||||||
"WHAT have we but an empty song?" Said the minstrel, as he bent To stay the fingers that trailed along The strings of her instrument. "The clasp of your hand is warm in mine, And your breath on my brow is wet -- I have drunk of your lips as men drink wine, But my heart is thirsty yet." The starlight shivered a little space, And the sigh of the wind uprose And blew a cloud o'er the moon's wan face, And swooned back in repose. . . . . . . . The years ooze on in a stagnant flood: One drifts as the winds allow; And one writes rhymes with his heart's own blood, But his soul is thirsty now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE WIND by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE by HEATHER MCHUGH RESIDENTIAL AREA by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DAY THE WINDS by JOSEPHINE MILES VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN OH IT'S PRETTY WINDY OUTSIDE by LARRY EIGNER A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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