My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings <br />Vibrate most readily to minor chords, <br />Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words <br />Which voice the passion and the ache of things: <br />Illusions beating with their baffled wings <br />Against the walls of circumstance, and hoards <br />Of torn desires, broken joys; records <br />Of all a bruised life's maimed imaginings. <br />Now you are come! You tremble like a star <br />Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. <br />Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb <br />And mute, I have no tones to answer. Far <br />Within I kneel before you, speechless yet, <br />And life ablaze with beauty, I am dumb.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frankincense-and-myrrh/
