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 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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