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Poem
November 19, 1867
Staunton Spectator
Staunton, Virginia
What is this article about?
A narrator recalls a beloved woman playing the organ in golden light, evoking angelic imagery, and reflects on her death, yearning to reunite in paradise.
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Poetry.
The Organ.
Her hand strayed over the organ notes.
And there rose such music, sweetly grand,
That as I listened I sighed and thought,
The notes are touched by an angel's hand.
The sunlight stole through the diamond panes,
And fell on her golden, rippling hair
And as I gazed, I proudly thought,
A crown of glory is resting there.
Through the open window a murmur came
Of summer breezes, sweet and clear—
And as I heard, I sadly thought,
'Tis an angel's wings that are rustling near.
I stood by her side in the golden light
My hand on hers I laid
'Oh, love, I would always see you thus,"
With faltering lips, I said.
I stand in that lonely room once more,
But the golden light is fled,
And the hand that strayed o'er the organ notes
Is motionless and dead.
And I think of that evening long ago,
When our love had just begun,
And I saw her sitting by my side
In the light of a dying sun.
And I turned away from that darkened room,
With my two hands locked in prayer.
That as I had seen her long ago,
So I might see her there.
So I might hear that angel's song,
And look in her changeless eyes,
When the light of the never dying sun
Shall shine on Paradise.
The Organ.
Her hand strayed over the organ notes.
And there rose such music, sweetly grand,
That as I listened I sighed and thought,
The notes are touched by an angel's hand.
The sunlight stole through the diamond panes,
And fell on her golden, rippling hair
And as I gazed, I proudly thought,
A crown of glory is resting there.
Through the open window a murmur came
Of summer breezes, sweet and clear—
And as I heard, I sadly thought,
'Tis an angel's wings that are rustling near.
I stood by her side in the golden light
My hand on hers I laid
'Oh, love, I would always see you thus,"
With faltering lips, I said.
I stand in that lonely room once more,
But the golden light is fled,
And the hand that strayed o'er the organ notes
Is motionless and dead.
And I think of that evening long ago,
When our love had just begun,
And I saw her sitting by my side
In the light of a dying sun.
And I turned away from that darkened room,
With my two hands locked in prayer.
That as I had seen her long ago,
So I might see her there.
So I might hear that angel's song,
And look in her changeless eyes,
When the light of the never dying sun
Shall shine on Paradise.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Love Courtship
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Organ Music
Angelic Imagery
Lost Love
Death
Paradise
Poem Details
Title
The Organ.
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Her Hand Strayed Over The Organ Notes.
And There Rose Such Music, Sweetly Grand,
That As I Listened I Sighed And Thought,
The Notes Are Touched By An Angel's Hand.
And I Turned Away From That Darkened Room,
With My Two Hands Locked In Prayer.
That As I Had Seen Her Long Ago,
So I Might See Her There.
So I Might Hear That Angel's Song,
And Look In Her Changeless Eyes,
When The Light Of The Never Dying Sun
Shall Shine On Paradise.