Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Sonnet 15. WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords

TO MISS AUGUSTA COWELL.
[To whom I owe the popularity of some of 
my favourite ballads.]

WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords,
Which, with a gentle murmur, low respond,
Waiting the measure of the coming words
From that sweet voice, so plaintive, sad, and fond,--
Say does some wingéd Ariel, hovering near,
Teach thee his island music note for note,
That thou may'st copy with an echo clear
Th' enchanted symphonies that round thee float?
Or do all Melodies, whilst thou art playing,
(Each with the offering of some chorded sound,)
On the low slanting sunbeam earthward straying,
Like meek subservient spirits wander round;
In Harmony's dim language asking thee
Which of them, for the hour, shall thy attendant be?

1. Sonnet 5. BECAUSE I know that there is that in me
2. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
3. As When from Dreams Awaking
4. Ifs
5. Love Not

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