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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Spirit of Music</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>The cool grass blowing in a breeze<br>Of April valleys sooms and sways;<br>On slopes that dip to quiet seas<br>Through far, faint drifts of yellowing haze.<br>I lie like one who, in a dream<br>Of sounds and splendid coloured things,<br>Seems lifted into life supreme<br>And has a sense of waxing wings.<br>For through a great arch-light which floods<br>And breaks and spreads and swims along<br>High royal-robed autumnal woods,<br>I hear a glorious sunset song.<br>But, ah, Euterpe! I that pause<br>And listen to the strain divine<br>Can never learn its words, because<br>I am no son of thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How sweet is wandering where the west<br>Is full of thee, what time the morn<br>Looks from his halls of rosy rest<br>Across green miles of gleaming corn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How sweet are dreams in shady nooks,<br>When bees are out, and day is mute,<br>While down the dell there floats the brook’s<br>Fine echo of thy marvellous lute!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh, how sweet is that sad tune<br>Of thine, within the evening breeze,<br>Which roams beneath the mirrored moon<br>On silver-sleeping summer seas!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How blest are they whom thou hast crowned,<br>Thy priests — the lords who understand<br>The deep divinity of sound,<br>And live their lives in Wonderland!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These stand within thy courts and see<br>The light exceeding round thy throne,<br>But I — an alien unto thee —<br>I faint afar off, and alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In hills where the keen Thessalonian<br>Made clamour with horse and with horn,<br>In oracular woods the Dodonian —<br>The mystical maiden was born.<br>And the high, the Olympian seven,<br>Ringed round with ineffable flame,<br>Baptized her in halos of heaven,<br>And gave her her beautiful name.<br>And Delphicus, loving her, brought her<br>Immutable dower of dreams,<br>And clothed her with glory, and taught her<br>The words of the winds and the streams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dwelt with the echoes that dwell<br>In far immemorial hills;<br>She wove of their speeches a spell —<br>She borrowed the songs of the rills;<br>And anthems of forest and fire,<br>And passionate psalms of the rain<br>Had life in the life of the lyre,<br>And breath in its infinite strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a fair, in a floral abode,<br>Of purple and yellow and red,<br>The voice of her floated and flowed,<br>The light of her lingered and spread,<br>And ever there slipt through the bars<br>Of the leaves of her luminous bowers,<br>Syllables splendid as stars,<br>And faultless as moon-litten flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady of a land of wonder,<br>Daughter of the hill supernal,<br>Far from frost and far from thunder<br>Under sons and moons eternal!<br>Long ago the strong Immortals<br>Took her hence on wheels of fire,<br>Caught her up and shut their portals —<br>Floral maid with fervent lyre.<br>But stray fallen notes of brightness<br>Yet within our world are ringing,<br>Floating on the winds of lightness<br>Glorious fragments of her singing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bud of light, she shines above us;<br>But a few of starry pinions —<br>Passioned souls who are her lovers —<br>Dwell in her divine dominions.<br>Few they are, but in the centric<br>Fanes of Beauty hold their station;<br>Kings of music, lords authentic,<br>Of the worlds of Inspiration.<br>These are they to whom are given<br>Eyes to see the singing stream-land,<br>Far from earth and near to heaven,<br>Known to gods and men as Dreamland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mournful humanity, stricken and worn,<br>Toiling for peace in undignified days,<br>Set in a sphere with the shadows forlorn,<br>Seeing sublimity dimmed by a haze —<br>Mournful humanity wearing the sign<br>Of trouble with time and unequable things,<br>Long alienated from spaces divine,<br>Sometimes remembers that once it had wings.<br>Chiefly it is when the song and the light<br>Sweeten the heart of the summering west,<br>Music and glory that lend to the night<br>Glimpses of marvellous havens of rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chiefly it is when the beautiful day<br>Dies with a sound on its lips like a psalm —<br>Anthem of loveliness drifting away<br>Over a sea of unspeakable calm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Euterpe’s harmonies<br>In the ballad rich and rare,<br>Freighted with old memories,<br>Float upon the evening air —<br>Float, like shine in films of rain,<br>Full of past pathetic themes,<br>Tales of perished joy and pain,<br>Frail and faint as dreams in dreams.<br>Then to far-off homes we rove,<br>Homes of youth and hope and faith,<br>Beautiful with lights of love —<br>Sanctified by shrines of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! and in that quiet hour<br>Soul by soul is borne away<br>Over tracts of leaf and flower,<br>Lit with a supernal day;<br>Over Music-world serene,<br>Spheres unknown to woes and wars,<br>Homes of wildernesses green,<br>Silver seas and golden shores;<br>Then, like spirits glorified,<br>Sweet to hear and bright to see,<br>Lords in Eden they abide<br>Robed with strange new majesty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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The cool grass blowing in a breeze
Of April valleys sooms and sways;
On slopes that dip to quiet seas
Through far, faint drifts of yellowing haze.
I lie like one who, in a dream
Of sounds and splendid coloured things,
Seems lifted into life supr..."></div>
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