Poems (Follen)/Upon hearing the Musical Glasses
UPON HEARING THE MUSICAL GLASSES.
It did not seem like human art: It seemed the language of the heart,When joy or sorrow wake at will The trembling chords, with magic skill; So soft, so distant, so sadly sweet,Like sounds when parted spirits meet. Like a pure thought it gently stole, And fell like hope upon the soul—Not hope that rests on earthly things,But that which peace and pardon brings; Mingling tears and humble sorrow, With the promise of the morrow.