Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
SymphonyRobertson Trowbridge
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Belong all instruments of melody:
No less than Music’s self hath Poesy
Her instruments, perchance of finer tone.
She hath her sonnet-trumpet for her own,
Her viols and her pipes of balladry,
And silver flutes for love’s sweet ministry
In many a tender lyric softly blown.
List, how in clearest harmony they sound,—
Cymbals and drums beating in battle-song,
Harp-strains of holy psalmody, up-stealing;
And, heard through all, with mighty voice profound
Out-poured, a wave of sound sustained and strong,
The solemn epic’s thunderous organ-pealing!