The Magic Wand

As an April garden

Breathes the scent of rain-

Rain that calls her treasures

Back to life again-

So my spirit quickens to the opening strain.

In its sheath of darkness

Fancy’s folded wing

Thrills and stirs and quivers

To another spring,

When the bow is drawn across the trembling string.

In their grave of silence,

In their husk and core,

Dreams that winter buried

Feel the sap once more

Running warm and vital, as it ran before.

Into secret chambers

Where old passions sleep,

Through the long-closed shutters,

Lights of morning creep:

Through the opening doorway airs of morning sweep.

Hope resurgent, and Youth,

With their dancing train,

Mingled grief and glory,

Blended bliss and pain,

Ecstasies and agonies, come forth and live again.

Wizard hand that summoned

Each forgotten ghost,

Plays like wind or water

With the spell-bound host,

Sailing seas supernal, for no earthly coast.

Yet no magic music

That an ear can mark

Draws them winging upward

Through the mist and dark,

As the sky at sunrise draws the mounting lark.

Through the poet-spirit,

Touched with heavenly fire,

Heavenly voices whisper

In the wood and wire.

God is the musician, and my soul the lyre.

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Poems in English 

• Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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