The Harp Of The Minstrel
James Whitcomb Riley 1849 (Greenfield) – 1916 (Indianapolis)
The harp of the minstrel has never a tone
As sad as the song in his bosom to-night,
For the magical touch of his fingers alone
Can not waken the echoes that breathe it aright;
But oh! as the smile of the moon may impart
A sorrow to one in an alien clime,
Let the light of the melody fall on the heart,
And cadence his grief into musical rhyme.
The faces have faded, the eyes have grown dim
That once were his passionate love and his pride;
And alas! all the smiles that once blossomed for him
Have fallen away as the flowers have died.
The hands that entwined him the laureate's wreath
And crowned him with fame in the long, long ago,
Like the laurels are withered and folded beneath
The grass and the stubble--the frost and the snow.
Then sigh, if thou wilt, as the whispering strings
Strive ever in vain for the utterance clear,
And think of the sorrowful spirit that sings,
And jewel the song with the gem of a tear.
For the harp of the minstrel has never a tone
As sad as the song in his bosom tonight,
And the magical touch of his fingers alone
Can not waken the echoes that breathe it aright.
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | abaBcdcd dedefgfg hxhxabaB |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,083 |
Words | 214 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
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