Adelaide Anne Procter
A Lost Chord - Poem by Adelaide Anne Procter
SEATED one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.
I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then ;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen.
It flooded the crimson twilight,
Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm.
It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife ;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life.
It linked all perplexéd meanings
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence
As if it were loth to cease.
I have sought, but I seek it vainly,
That one lost chord divine,
Which came from the soul of the Organ,
And entered into mine.
It may be that Death's bright angel
Will speak in that chord again,
It may be that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen.
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She brought the playing of a musical instrument to life in these words: It linked all perplexéd meanings
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence
As if it were loth to cease. (Report)Reply
To strike a chord of melody
On a calm and silent evening
and feel it sink like a pebble
Deep within our lake of feelings
Is to hear the footsteps of the lord
And be blest by that divine chord (Report)Reply