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 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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