The Great War

from Retrogression and Other Poems: Electronic Edition

To a Violoncello

WELL, O 'Cello, love I all thy mellow

Deeps of golden sound!

Tell, O 'Cello, tell me where thy fellow

May on earth be found?

Or, if such be past our finding here.

In what sphere

That brooks no galling bound.

Far beyond the light wherein thou dwellest.

What immortal, what celestial 'Cellist

Wields the bow that bids the world go round?