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 6. Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!
2. Sonnet 16. WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!
3. I Cannot Love Thee!
4. Sonnet 11. Green avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet
5. Sonnet 8. SILENT companions of the lonely hour

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