<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Singers to Come</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">New delights to our desire <br>The singers of the past can yield. <br>I lift mine eyes to hill and field, <br>And see in them your yet dumb lyre, <br>poets unborn and unrevealed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singers to come, what thoughts will start <br>To song? What words of yours be sent <br>Through man's soul, and with earth be blent? <br>These words of nature and the heart <br>Await you like an instrument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows what musical flocks of words <br>Upon these pine-tree tops will light, <br>And crown these towers in circling flight, <br>And cross these seas like summer birds, <br>And give a voice to the day and night?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something of you already is ours; <br>Some mystic part of you belongs <br>To us whose dream of your future throngs, <br>Who look on hills, and trees, and flowers, <br>Which will mean so much in your songs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder, like the maid who found, <br>And knelt to lift, the lyre supreme <br>Of Orpheus from the Thracian stream. <br>She dreams on its sealed past profound; <br>On a deep future sealed I dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She bears it in her wanderings <br>Within her arms, and has not pressed <br>Her unskilled fingers but her breast <br>Upon those silent sacred strings; <br>I, too, clasp mystic strings at rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I, i' the world of lands and seas, <br>The sky of wind and rain and fire, <br>And in man's world of long desire-- <br>In all that is yet dumb in these-- <br>Have found a mysterious lyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Meynell">Alice Meynell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342217" data-title="Singers to Come de Alice Meynell" data-description="New delights to our desire The singers of the past can yield. I lift mine eyes to hill and field, And see in them your yet dumb lyre, poets unborn and unrevealed. Singers to come, what thoughts will start To song? What words of yours be sent..."></div> </div> </div>

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