EARLIER POEMS
The strange, concurrent harmonies
Provoke The Audience to pleasure,
Lead by phrase and clustered measure
To the peace of cadences.
Provoke The Audience to pleasure,
Lead by phrase and clustered measure
To the peace of cadences.
The Audience thinks in terms of tone;
The curious intellect pursues
The flowing lines and shadowy hues
Of sound, akin to sculptured stone;
The curious intellect pursues
The flowing lines and shadowy hues
Of sound, akin to sculptured stone;
Mind estimates. But in between
The mind and soul an interim
Is brimmed with intonations dim:
The soul itself is left serene.
The mind and soul an interim
Is brimmed with intonations dim:
The soul itself is left serene.
Who can express what music is
To soul? A cloud becomes cascade
And stirs a river winter-weighed
With frost. The massive images
To soul? A cloud becomes cascade
And stirs a river winter-weighed
With frost. The massive images
Of mountains, on whose purple ground
The falling water carves a line
Of white, as narrow and as fine
As winter floods when first unbound,
The falling water carves a line
Of white, as narrow and as fine
As winter floods when first unbound,
Remind one of the soul when sound
Traverses it. Music is spring
To soul, April's awakening,
A freedom and a peace profound.
Traverses it. Music is spring
To soul, April's awakening,
A freedom and a peace profound.
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