Home  |  Authors  |  Books  |  Stories  |  What's New  |  How to Get Involved 
   T h e   B a l d w i n   P r o j e c t
     Bringing Yesterday's Classics to Today's Children                 @mainlesson.com
Search This Site Only
Poems Every Child Should Know by  Mary E. Burt




[275] "The God of Music," by Edith M. Thomas, an Ohio poetess now living. In this sonnet the poetess has touched the power of Wordsworth or Keats and placed herself among the immortals.

The God of Music dwelleth out of doors.

All seasons through his minstrelsy we meet,

Breathing by field and covert haunting-sweet

From organ-lofts in forests old he pours:

A solemn harmony: on leafy floors

To smooth autumnal pipes he moves his feet,

Or with the tingling plectrum of the sleet

In winter keen beats out his thrilling scores.

Leave me the reed unplucked beside the stream.

And he will stoop and fill it with the breeze;

Leave me the viol's frame in secret trees,

Unwrought, and it shall wake a druid theme;

Leave me the whispering shell on Nereid shores.

The God of Music dwelleth out of doors.


 Table of Contents  |  Index  | Previous: John Anderson  |  Next: A Musical Instrument
Copyright (c) 2000-2017 Yesterday's Classics, LLC. All Rights Reserved.