I speak—although I have no tongue—
I speak, and thrill the soul;
I sing—and many a song I’ve sung
Resounds, while ages roll.
I am a weapon, strong and keen,
All made of glittering steel;
But human souls—not senseless flesh—
My sharp two-edges feel.
The greatest writer e’er was born—
But, ah!—a thievish elf;