WHAT WOKE THE BURIED SOUND.
What woke the buried sound that lay
In Memnon’s harp of yore?
What spirit on its viewless way
Along the Nile’s green shore?
Oh! not the night, and not the storm,
And not the lightning’s fire;
But sunlight’s torch, the kind, the warm—
This, this awoke the lyre.
What wins the heart’s deep chords to pour