<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Music: An Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WAS it light that spake from the darkness, <br> or music that shone from the word,<br> When the night was enkindled with sound <br> of the sun or the first-born bird?<br>Souls enthralled and entrammelled in bondage <br> of seasons that fall and rise,<br>Bound fast round with the fetters of flesh, <br> and blinded with light that dies,<br>Lived not surely till music spake, <br> and the spirit of life was heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Music, sister of sunrise, and herald of life to be,<br> Smiled as dawn on the spirit of man, <br> and the thrall was free.<br>Slave of nature and serf of time, <br> the bondman of life and death,<br>Dumb with passionless patience that breathed <br> but forlorn and reluctant breath,<br>Heard, beheld, and his soul made answer, <br> and communed aloud with the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Morning spake, and he heard:<br> and the passionate silent noon<br> Kept for him not silence: <br> and soft from the mounting moon<br>Fell the sound of her splendour, <br> heard as dawn's in the breathless night,<br>Not of men but of birds whose note <br> bade man's soul quicken and leap to light:<br>And the song of it spake, and the light and the darkness <br> of earth were as chords in tune.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342034" data-title="Music: An Ode de Algernon Charles Swinburne" data-description="WAS it light that spake from the darkness, or music that shone from the word, When the night was enkindled with sound of the sun or the first-born bird? Souls enthralled and entrammelled in bondage of seasons that fall and rise, Bound fast ..."></div> </div> </div>

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