Silent String Poem by Ella Goodman

Unstrung cord lie silent here
Though thousand noise fill the air
The music once vibrant and young
That filled all hearts with sweet lingering tunes
Now it lies forgotten, left to rust
Its playman lost in somber thoughts.

What is it hoo...cursed by oblivion so
The joy and song of yester morn
That filled all bower with playful tone
That made the river dance to tune
Meandering through stones and brooke
The chord it now lies silent there
No fingers run to play her fair

Luck elude the hapless being
Sweep her glory, crown of queen
The once smiling harp is worn
Dark shadow bequeath her throne
The vibrant soul dulled by gloom
Look above in poised pensive mood
Heaven's show no respite
Mock her fate, turn blind eye

The dark clouds hover threatening low
Sinewy jaws clasp her tow
Her loud sobs they go in vain
The howling winds bury her wail
No being great or small,
Come to her rescue, aid her moaning call
The chord thus she lie silent there
Though writhing in pain no one doth care

Oh harp, the bleeding harp!
Grieve not, fear not, ride the surf
No tempest strong can break thy cord
Tarnish thy meritorious worth.
The era of thy melodious tide
Shall re bounce, strike back with zest and life
No whirlwind of devious gloom may ever succeed
To wipe thy rightful bloom