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Harmonics

By William Vaughn Moody

Topics: classic

This string upon my harp was best beloved:             I thought I knew its secrets through and through;             Till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue             'Neath his white hair, bent over me and moved             His fingers up and down, and broke the wire             To such a laddered music, rung on rung,             As from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung             Crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire.             O vibrant heart! so metely tuned and strung             That any untaught hand can draw from thee             One clear gold note that makes the tired years young--             What of the time when Love had whispered me             Where slept thy nodes, and my hand pausefully             Gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue?

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About William Vaughn Moody

William Vaughn Moody is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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