And am I doom'd to be denied for ever
The blessings that to all around are given?
And shall those links be re-united ever,
That bound me to mankind till they were riven
In childhood's day? Alas! how soon to sever
From social intercourse, the doom of heaven
Was pass'd upon me! And the hope how vain,
That the decree may be recall'd again.
Amid a throng in deep attention bound,
To catch the accents that from others fall,
The flow of eloquence the heavenly sound
Breathed from the soul of melody, while all
Instructed or delighted list around,
Vacant unconsciousness must _me_ enthrall!
I can but watch each animated face,
And there attempt th' inspiring theme to trace.
Unheard, unheeded are the lips by _me_,
To others that unfold some heaven-born art,
And melody--Oh, dearest melody!
How had thine accents, thrilling to my heart,
Awaken'd all its strings to sympathy,
Bidding the spirit at thy magic start!
How had my heart responsive to the strain,
Throbb'd in love's wild delight or soothing pain.
In vain--alas, in vain! thy numbers roll--
Within my heart no echo they inspire;
Though form'd by nature in thy sweet control,
To melt with tenderness, or glow with fire,
Misfortune closed the portals of the soul;
And till an Orpheus rise to sweep the lyre,
That can to animation kindle stone,
To me thy thrilling power must be unknown.