Poem by Richard Henry Stoddard

Silent Songs

IF I could ever sing the songs
Within me day and night,
The only fit accompaniment
Would be a lute of light.

A thousand dreamy melodies,
Begot with pleasant pain,
Like incantations float around
The chambers of my brain.

But when I strive to utter one,
It mocks my feeble art,
And leaves me silent, with the thorns
Of Music in my heart!

1. A Gazelle
2. The Sea
3. The Flight of the Arrow
4. Twilight on Sumter
5. It Never Comes Again

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