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The Harp's Song

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All day, all day in a calm like death     The harp hung waiting the sea wind's breath.     When the western sky flushed red with shame     At the sun's bold kiss, the sea wind came.     Said the harp to the breeze, Oh, breathe as soft     As the ring-dove cooes from its nest aloft.     I am full of a song that mothers croon     When their wee ones tire of their play at noon.     Though a harp may feel 'tis a silent thing     Till the breeze arises and bids it sing.     Said the wind to the harp, Nay, sing for me     The wail of the dead that are lost at sea.     I caught their cry as I came along,     And I hurried to find you and teach you the song.     Oh, the heart is the harp, and love is the breeze,     And the song is ever what love may please.

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"All day, all day in a calm like death..."

Exploring the themes of classic, Ella Wheeler Wilcox delivers a powerful performance in "The Harp's Song"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

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