L'Envoy

L'Envoy by Edwin Arlington Robinson

The speaker repeatedly senses a phrase of transcendent music in thoughts, shadowed words, and voices that seem to thrill eternity. Unlike sentimental melodies or triumphant warlike music, it is a joyful strain of vast harmony beyond any mortal hand, instrument, or written form. Yet the speaker finally recognizes that one instrument can sustain it: after time and place have been overthrown, God’s touch will keep its single chord quivering.

By Edwin Arlington Robinson · First published 1916 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Sonnet, Spiritual Poetry · 145 words

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NOW in a thought, now in a shadowed word, / Now in a voice that thrills eternity, / Ever there comes an onward phrase to me

Of some transcendent music I have heard; / No piteous thing by soft hands dulcimered,

No trumpet crash of blood-sick victory, / But a glad strain of some vast harmony

That no brief mortal touch has ever stirred.

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poetry · American literature · lyric verse · reflective · melancholic · introspective · philosophical · symbolism · mortality · isolation · disillusionment · human nature

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