I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
My favourite great poetess, most beautiful poem, best end rhymes.5 Stars full
Beautiful poem adorned with great imagery and nice rhyme.
I love this. It has the low calming vibe when I read it. It is relatable.
can someone explain this poem to me! ! i dont get it that much and i have to know what it means!