"Why, yes, I would one favor more: My fond parental joys I couldn't bear to lose them all; The smiling angel dropped his pen- And be a father, too!" And so I laughed. My laughter woke I wrote my dream when morning came, B The Silent Melody. RING me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks-but as ye will Though all its ringing tones have fled, "I can not see its tarnished gold, I can not hear its vanished tone, Scarce can my trembling fingers hold It had some silver strings, I know. "But on them time too long has played The solemn strain that knows no change, And where of old my fingers strayed The chords they find are new and strangeYes, iron strings-I know-I know We both are wrecks of long ago. "We both are wrecks a shattered pairStrange to ourselves in time's disguise. What say ye to the lovesick air That brought the tears from Marian's eyes? "Or will ye hear the storm songs crash That from his dreams the soldier woke, And bade him face the lightning's flash When battle's cloud in thunder broke? * Wrecks-nought but wrecks!-the time was when We two were worth a thousand men." And so the broken harp they bring With pitying smiles that none could blame; Alas! there's not a single string Of all that filled the tarnished frame! But see! like the children overjoyed, His fingers rambling through the void! "I clasp thee! Ay mine ancient lyre * Nay, guide my wandering fingers ** there! They love to dally with the wire As Isaac played with Esau's hair. * Hush! ye shall hear the famous tune And so they softly gather round: Rapt in his tuneful trance he seems: His fingers move; but not a sound! A silence like the song of dreams. "There! ye have heard the air," he cries, "That brought the tears from Marian's eyes!" Ah, smile not at his fond conceit, Nor deem his fancy wrought in vain; To him the unreal sounds are sweetNo discord mars the silent strain Scored on life's latest, starlit pageThe voiceless melody of age. Sweet are the lips of all that sing, When nature's music breathes unsought, But never yet could voice or string So truly shape our tenderest thought As when by life's decaying fire T The Dream of Life. WAS but a bubble, yet 'twas bright, And gayly danced along the stream Of life's wild torrent, in the light Of sunbeams sparkling like a dream The tissue of my life is wrought. Her promised sweets my heart beguiled, And I have dreamed of friendship, too; And glad him in the light, and so I fondly thought to find a friend Whose soul with mine would sweetly blend, And, as two placid streams unite And roll their waters in one bright And tranquil current to the sea, But he betrayed me, and with pain And then I dreamed of love: and all Beyond the farthest glimmering star How gladly every lingering tie That binds me down to earth I'd sever, And leave for that blest home on high, This hollow-hearted world forever. |