tintinnabulations

 

hark i hear the music come

sweet attendant of the dark

not bitterness nor yet regret

but bathos pathos listen hark

a certain call to greatness

sounds upon the midnight air

poems that i never wrote

arise and bid me hear them there

sweetest softness of the dark

haunted melodies of night

that whisper in their silences

now up now weep now write

a certain call to greatness

it chimes upon the midnight air

how dared i hope for triumph

till first i knew despair