Some songs and verses . 70 THE LIVING HARP. DLL threaded, with its strings of gold andbronze, It stood, an unawakened harmony. No fingers yet had swept to echoing life The strains imprisoned in its sounding-board, from heart of virgin wood,Had answered to no thrill of joy or woe;Had felt no fiercer passion than the night winds and untried, a latent soul,It slept; nor dreamed of life, or bright Spring morning, flushed with Youths new wine,1 swept with eager hand its clashing strings;And straight it answered back my merry leaped, and laugh
Some songs and verses . 70 THE LIVING HARP. DLL threaded, with its strings of gold andbronze, It stood, an unawakened harmony. No fingers yet had swept to echoing life The strains imprisoned in its sounding-board, from heart of virgin wood,Had answered to no thrill of joy or woe;Had felt no fiercer passion than the night winds and untried, a latent soul,It slept; nor dreamed of life, or bright Spring morning, flushed with Youths new wine,1 swept with eager hand its clashing strings;And straight it answered back my merry leaped, and laughed, and danced, because of then I stirred its soul with martial sound of fife, and drum, and marching when I found it quick to catch my whim,1 sighed a love song through its shining wiresThat caught the ear of many a listening cradle songs, and softest as one hears beneath the summer vines, 71 72 TheLivlngHatrp When happy mothers croon their babes to rest With fleecy heads upon their snow
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