Its strings and bow are only triffling things—
A master-touch!—its sweet soul wakes and sings.
MAURICE DE GUERIN
By Maurice Francis Egan
The old wine filled him, and he saw, with eyes
Anoint of Nature, fauns and dryads fair
Unseen by others; to him maidenhair
And waxen lilacs, and those birds that rise
A-sudden from tall reeds at slight surprise,
Brought charmed thoughts; and in earth everywhere