<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sinfonia Eroica</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(To Sylvia.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My Love, my Love, it was a day in June,<br>A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon;<br>And all the eager people thronging came<br>To that great hall, drawn by the magic name<br>Of one, a high magician, who can raise<br>The spirits of the past and future days,<br>And draw the dreams from out the secret breast,<br>Giving them life and shape.<br>I, with the rest,<br>Sat there athirst, atremble for the sound;<br>And as my aimless glances wandered round,<br>Far off, across the hush'd, expectant throng,<br>I saw your face that fac'd mine.<br>Clear and strong<br>Rush'd forth the sound, a mighty mountain stream;<br>Across the clust'ring heads mine eyes did seem<br>By subtle forces drawn, your eyes to meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then you, the melody, the summer heat,<br>Mingled in all my blood and made it wine.<br>Straight I forgot the world's great woe and mine;<br>My spirit's murky lead grew molten fire;<br>Despair itself was rapture.<br>Ever higher,<br>Stronger and clearer rose the mighty strain;<br>Then sudden fell; then all was still again,<br>And I sank back, quivering as one in pain.<br>Brief was the pause; then, 'mid a hush profound,<br>Slow on the waiting air swell'd forth a sound<br>So wondrous sweet that each man held his breath;<br>A measur'd, mystic melody of death.<br>Then back you lean'd your head, and I could note<br>The upward outline of your perfect throat;<br>And ever, as the music smote the air,<br>Mine eyes from far held fast your body fair.<br>And in that wondrous moment seem'd to fade<br>My life's great woe, and grow an empty shade<br>Which had not been, nor was not.<br>And I knew<br>Not which was sound, and which, O Love, was you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Levy">Amy Levy</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=343192" data-title="Sinfonia Eroica de Amy Levy" data-description="(To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the eager people thronging came To that great hall, drawn by the magic name Of one, a high magician, who can raise The spirits of the past and futur..."></div> </div> </div>

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