Charles Harpur

Here you will find the Poem Music of poet Charles Harpur

Music

In vain, when music?s seraph-fire 
 Runs kindling through the air, 
Making it such as gods respire, 
 (And gods perhaps are there!) 
In vain would words of subtlest wit 
 Reveal, as on they roll, 
The clouds of glory it hath lit 
 Like sunrise in the soul! 

Like sunrise when its conquering glow 
 Smites through the vapours cold, 
Till all their ragged inlets flow 
 With floods of burning gold. 



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Like him who great reports of tilth rejects, 
Because his own is a most barren field, 
Is he who man?s divinity suspects, 
Because his own soul doth so little yield. 
Better is one who through himself can see 
How good, how lovely, all mankind might be, 
Though mere experience give his faith the lie, 
And all his hopes breathe the world?s breath?to die!