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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386704" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Symphonic Studies (After Schumann)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prelude </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July <br>Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: <br>Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in harmony <br>With the wild, restless tone of air and sky. <br>Shall we not call im Prospero who held <br>In his enchanted hands the fateful key <br>Of that tempestuous hour's mystery, <br>And with controlling wand our spirits spelled, <br>With him to wander by a sun-bright shore, <br>To hear fine, fairy voices, and to fly <br>With disembodied Ariel once more <br>Above earth's wrack and ruin? Far and nigh <br>The laughter of the thunder echoed loud, <br>And harmless lightnings leapt from cloud to cloud. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Floating upon a swelling wave of sound, <br>We seemed to overlook an endless sea: <br>Poised 'twixt clear heavens and glittering surf were we. <br>We drank the air in flight: we knew no bound <br>To the audacious ventures of desire. <br>Nigh us the sun was dropping, drowned in gold; <br>Deep, deep below the burning billows rolled; <br>And all the sea sang like a smitten lyre. <br>Oh, the wild voices of those chanting waves! <br>The human faces glimpsed beneath the tide! <br>Familiar eyes gazed from profound sea-caves, <br>And we, exalted, were as we had died. <br>We knew the sea was Life, the harmonious cry <br>The blended discords of humanity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look deeper yet: mark 'midst the wave-blurred mass, <br>In lines distinct, in colors clear defined, <br>The typic groups and figures of mankind. <br>Behold within the cool and liquid glass <br>Bright child-folk sporting with smooth yellow shells, <br>Astride of dolphins, leaping up to kiss <br>Fair mother-faces. From the vast abyss <br>How joyously their thought-free laughter wells! <br>Some slumber in grim caverns unafraid, <br>Lulled by the overwhelming water's sound, <br>And some make mouths at dragons, undismayed. <br>Oh dauntless innocence! The gulfs profound <br>Reëcho strangely with their ringing glee, <br>And with wise mermaids' plaintive melody. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do the sea-nymphs in that coral cave? <br>With wondering eyes their supple forms they bend <br>O'er something rarely beautiful. They lend <br>Their lithe white arms, and through the golden wave <br>They lift it tenderly. Oh blinding sight! <br>A naked, radiant goddess, tranced in sleep, <br>Full-limbed, voluptuous, 'neath the mantling sweep <br>Of auburn locks that kiss her ankles white! <br>Upward they bear her, chanting low and sweet: <br>The clinging waters part before their way, <br>Jewels of flame are dancing 'neath their feet. <br>Up in the sunshine, on soft foam, they lay <br>Their precious burden, and return forlorn. <br>Oh, bliss! oh, anguish! Mortals, Love is born! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! from unfathomable deeps a dirge <br>Swells sobbing through the melancholy air: <br>Where love has entered, Death is also there. <br>The wail outrings the chafed, tumultuous surge; <br>Ocean and earth, the illimitable skies, <br>Prolong one note, a mourning for the dead, <br>The cry of souls not to be comforted. <br>What piercing music! Funeral visions rise, <br>And send the hot tears raining down our cheek. <br>We see the silent grave upon the hill <br>With its lone lilac-bush. O heart, be still! <br>She will not rise, she will not stir nor speak. <br>Surely, the unreturning dead are blest. <br>Ring on, sweet dirge, and knell us to our rest! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the silver beach the undines dance <br>With interlinking arms and flying hair; <br>Like polished marble gleam their limbs left bare; <br>Upon their virgin rites pale moonbeams glance. <br>Softer the music! for their foam-bright feet <br>Print not the moist floor where they trip their round: <br>Affrighted they will scatter at a sound, <br>Leap in their cool sea-chambers, nibly fleet, <br>And we shall doubt that we have ever seen, <br>While our sane eyes behold stray wreaths of mist, <br>Shot with faint colors by the moon-rays kissed, <br>Floating snow-soft, snow-white, where these had been. <br>Already, look! the wave-washed sands are bare, <br>And mocking laughter ripples through the air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Divided 'twixt the dream-world and the real, <br>We heard the waxing passion of the song <br>Soar as to scale the heavens on pinions strong. <br>Amidst the long-reverberant thunder-peal, <br>Against the rain-blurred square of light, the head <br>Of the pale poet at the lyric keys <br>Stood boldly cut, absorbed in reveries, <br>While over it keen-bladed lightnings played. <br>&quot;Rage on, wild storm!&quot; the music seemed to sing: <br>&quot;Not all the thunders of thy wrath can move <br>The soul that's dedicate to worshipping <br>Eternal Beauty, everlasting Love.&quot; <br>No more! the song was ended, and behold, <br>A rainbow trembling on a sky of gold! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Epilogue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth in the sunlit, rain-bathed air we stepped, <br>Sweet with the dripping grass and flowering vine, <br>And saw through irised clouds the pale sun shine. <br>Back o'er the hills the rain-mist slowly crept <br>Like a transparent curtain's silvery sheen; <br>And fronting us the painted bow was arched, <br>Whereunder the majestic cloud-shapes marched: <br>In the wet, yellow light the dazzling green <br>Of lawn and bush and tree seemed stained with blue. <br>Our hearts o'erflowed with peace. With smiles we spake <br>Of partings in the past, of courage new, <br>Of high achievement, of the dreams that make <br>A wonder and a glory of our days, <br>And all life's music but a hymn of praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</a><div class=q>
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Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July 
Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: 
Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in harmony 
With the wild, restless tone of air and sky. 
Shall we not call im Prospero who held 
In his enchanted han..."></div>
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