MASTER of human harmonies, where gong <br />And harp and violin and flute accord; <br />Each instrument confessing you its lord, <br />Within the deathless orchestra of Song. <br />Albeit at times your music may sound wrong <br />To our dulled senses, and its meaning barred <br />To Earth's slow understanding, never marred <br />Your message brave: clear, and of trumpet tongue. <br />Poet-revealer, who, both soon and late, <br />Within an age of doubt kept clean your faith, <br />Crying your cry of 'With the world all's well!' <br />How shall we greet you from our low estate, <br />Keys in the keyboard that is life and death, <br />The organ whence we hear your music swell?<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robert-browning-2/
