An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/The Grave-Yard in the Song
THE GRAVE-YARD IN THE SONG
Nightingale, on whom in nights of splendour Hafiz was intent,
Where sing'st thou now?
Rose, o'er whom full often Dante, plunged in meditation, bent,
Where bloom'st thou now?
Star of sweetness, unto whose dream-laden brightness from his cell,
Tasso's woeful plaint was lifted and his thronging sighs were sent,
Where gleam'st thou now?
Heart, that out of flames wast woven, out of roses and of wine,
Heart of Sappho, whence by Eros lyric melodies were blent,
Where beat'st thou now?
Happy billow, that didst ripple tenderly round Hero's foot,
When Leander, faint from swimming, by the stormy waves was rent,
Where flow'st thou now?
Cast into the song your gaze, for there a mighty grave-yard lies,
'Neath whose surface all the bodies of the gods by man are pent,
There weeps he now!
"Music in the Soul" (1886).