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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Organist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his dim chapel day by day<br>The organist was wont to play,<br>And please himself with fluted reveries;<br>And all the spirit's joy and strife,<br>The longing of a tender life,<br>Took sound and form upon the ivory keys;<br>And though he seldom spoke a word,<br>The simple hearts that loved him heard<br>His glowing soul in these.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day as he wrapped, a sound<br>Of feet stole near; he turned and found<br>A little maid that stood beside him there.<br>She started, and in shrinking-wise<br>Besought him with her liquid eyes<br>And little features, very sweet and spare.<br>'You love the music, child,' he said,<br>And laid his hand upon her head,<br>And smoothed her matted hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She answered, 'At the door one day<br>I sat and heard the organ play;<br>I did not dare to come inside for fear;<br>But yesterday, a little while,<br>I crept half up the empty aisle<br>And heard the music sounding sweet and clear;<br>To-day I thought you would not mind,<br>For, master dear, your face was kind,<br>And so I came up here.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You love the music then,' he said,<br>And still he stroked her golden head,<br>And followed out some winding reverie;<br>'And you are poor?' said he at last;<br>The maiden nodded, and he passed<br>His hand across his forehead dreamingly;<br>'And will you be my friend?' he spake,<br>'And on the organ learn to make<br>Grand music here with me?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all the little maiden's face<br>Was kindled with a grateful grace;<br>'Oh, master, teach me; I will slave for thee!'<br>She cried; and so the child grew dear<br>To him, and slowly year by year<br>He taught her all the organ's majesty;<br>And gave her from his slender store<br>Bread and warm clothing, that no more<br>Her cheeks were pinched to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And year by year the maiden grew<br>Taller and lovelier, and the hue<br>Deepened upon her tender cheeks untried.<br>Rounder, and queenlier, and more fair<br>Her form grew, and her golden hair<br>Fell yearly richer at the master's side.<br>In speech and bearing, form and face,<br>Sweeter and graver, grace by grace,<br>Her beauties multiplied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometimes at his work a glow<br>Would touch him, and he murmured low<br>'How beautiful she is?' and bent his head;<br>And sometimes when the day went by<br>And brought no maiden he would sigh,<br>And lean and listen to her velvet tread;<br>And he would drop his hands and say,<br>'My music cometh not to-day;<br>Pray God she be not dead!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the sweet maiden filled his heart,<br>And with her growing grew his art,<br>For day by day more wondrously he played.<br>Such heavenly things the master wrought,<br>That in his happy dreams he thought,<br>The organ's self did love the gold-haired maid:<br>But she, the maiden, never guessed-<br>What prayers for her in hours of rest<br>The sombre organ prayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last, one summer morning fair,<br>The maiden came with braided hair,<br>And took his hands, and held them eagerly.<br>'To-morrow is my wedding day;<br>Dear master, bless me that the way<br>Of life be smooth, not bitter unto me.'<br>He stirred not; but the light did go<br>Out of his shrunken cheeks, and oh!<br>His head hung heavily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You love him, then?' 'I love him well,'<br>She answered, and a numbness fell<br>Upon his eyes and all his heart that bled.<br>A glory, half a smile, abode<br>Within the maiden's eyes and glowed<br>Upon her parted lips. The master said,<br>'God bless and bless thee, little maid,<br>With peace and long delight,' and laid<br>His hands upon her head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she was gone; and all that day<br>The hours crept up and slipped away,<br>And he sat still, as moveless as a stone.<br>The night came down, with quiet stars,<br>And darkened him: in coloured bars<br>Along the shadowy aisle the moonlight shone.<br>And then the master woke and passed<br>His hands across the keys at last,<br>And made the organ moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The organ shook, the music wept;<br>For sometimes like a wail it crept<br>In broken moanings down the shadows drear;<br>And otherwhiles the sound did swell,<br>And like a sudden tempest fell<br>Through all the windows wonderful and clear.<br>The people gathered from the street,<br>And filled the chapel seat by seat-<br>They could not choose but hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there they sat till dawning light,<br>Nor ever stirred to awe. 'To-night,<br>The master hath a noble mood,' they said.<br>But on a sudden ceased the sound:<br>Like ghosts the people gathered round,<br>And on the keys they found his fallen head.<br>The silent organ had received<br>The master's broken heart relieved,<br>And he was white and dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a><div class=q>
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The organist was wont to play,
And please himself with fluted reveries;
And all the spirit's joy and strife,
The longing of a tender life,
Took sound and form upon the ivory keys;
And though he seldom spoke a word,
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