
A contemporary Aeolian Harp
by Soundscapes International |
Aeolus
Leonard Bloomfield, 1887-1949
Ah, breeze, where sleep'st thou? Come, oh, come,
This languor of my frame dispel;
Arise -- thy own loved harp is dumb;
Arise and bid the chorus swell.
Stop not, but breathe with fresh'ning power
O'er full-blown roses in your way;
Wave the laburnum's pendant flower,
Yet stop not 'midst their sweets to play.
Sweep o'er the hayfield and the grove;
Thy own harp waits thee, come along;
Whose soft vibrations whisper love,
And fancied choirs of heavenly song.
Thanks, charming zephyr -- Hark! That tone!
Be true, sweet harp; hush all but thee;
Perform thy task untouched, alone,
And pour thy tide of harmony. |