Edgar Lee Masters - Joseph Dixon lyrics

WHO carved this shattered harp on my stone? I died to you, no doubt. But how many harps and pianos Wired I and tightened and disentangled for you, Making them sweet again—with tuning fork or without? Oh well! A harp leaps out of the ear of a man, you say, But whence the ear that orders the length of the strings To a magic of numbers flying before your thought Through a door that closes against your breathless wonder? Is there no Ear round the ear of a man, that it senses Through strings and columns of air the soul of sound? I thrill as I call it a tuning fork that catches The waves of mingled music and light from afar, The antennae of Thought that listens through utmost space. Surely the concord that ruled my spirit is proof Of an Ear that tuned me, able to tune me over And use me again if I am worthy to use.