Author Arthur Davison Ficke “Under my touch the old impetuous musicRevives and cries a moment in the darkness,Broken and wandering, with sudden echoesThat circle forth and seek for you alone.” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments