Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

Broken Music

  (In Memoriam)

There it lies broken, as a shard,
What breathed sweet music yesterday;
The source, all mute, has passed away
With its masked meanings still unmarred.
But melody will never cease!
Above the vast cerulean sea
Of heaven, created harmony
Rings and re-echoes its release!
So, this dumb instrument that lies
All powerless, [with spirit flown,
Beyond the veil of the Unknown
To chant its love-hymned litanies, ]
Though it may thrill us here no more
With cadenced strain, in other spheres
Will rise above the vanquished years
And breathe its music as before!

1. Rembrandts
2. The Three Urgandas
3. Night and Storm at Gloucester
4. Two Lives
5. Tomboy

Thomas Aldrich Broken Music ("I know not in what fashion she was made")

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