Poems (Eliza Gabriella Lewis)/Listening to the Music of the Telegraph Wires
ON LISTENING TO THE MUSIC OF THE TELEGRAPHIC WIRES.
Viewless spirit I what melody divine
In the 'mid air now swelleth?
Lost Pleid! is the heavenly harping thine?
That sighing cadence of such sorrow telleth,
As if thou for thy star-gemmed crown did'st pine.
In the 'mid air now swelleth?
Lost Pleid! is the heavenly harping thine?
That sighing cadence of such sorrow telleth,
As if thou for thy star-gemmed crown did'st pine.
Swells the loud peal in a triumphal strain,
Until the welkin ringeth.
Faintly, and mournfully it breathes again!
Lost, lost! forever lost! Thou singeth
For earthly love, that bringeth nought but pain!
Until the welkin ringeth.
Faintly, and mournfully it breathes again!
Lost, lost! forever lost! Thou singeth
For earthly love, that bringeth nought but pain!