The Master-Chord by William Caldwell Roscoe

Like a musician that with flying finger
Startles the voice of some new instrument,
And, though he know that in one string are blent
All its extremes of sound, yet still doth linger
Among the lighter threads, fearing to start
The deep soul of that one melodious wire,
Lest it, unanswering, dash his high desire,
And spoil the hopes of his expectant heart; —
Thus with my mistress oft conversing, I
Stir every lighter theme with careless voice,
Gathering sweet music and celestial joys
From the harmonious soul o’er which I fly;
Yet o’er the one deep master-chord I hover.
And dare not stoop, fearing to tell — I love her.

From: http://www.ebooksread.com/authors-eng/alfred-h-alfred-henry-miles/the-poets-and-the-poetry-of-the-century–volume-5-eli/page-10-the-poets-and-the-poetry-of-the-century–volume-5-eli.shtml

Date: 1860 (published)

By: William Caldwell Roscoe (1823-1859)

Alternative Title: Like A Musician

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