Excerpt from Harp of the HumanYearning thou art with but symbol in star or woman, Pathos in eyes that weep never, being alone.Thou art hung within vagueness and dream, within lone desire In an ancient land, 0 Harp of Forgotten Strings Deep in unmemoried halls, a remembering Lyre; Faint, in Arcadian estrays, a Reed that sings.Far in the laboring breast, far on the verges Of the inward world, from our passionate quest apart, Unknown of our hands whom the earth-war marshalls and urges Does thy vigil grow aweary, O Harp of the Exiled Heart?Harp of the Human! Not ever thus hast thou waited, Not always hung dumb while no hand of the mortal strove On thy mystic strings with compassion and love o'er freighted. There are far-off years where they tell how a con quering Love.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work.

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