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LV. MUSIC AND POETRY.
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Sing, poets, as ye list, of fields, of flowers,Of changing seasons with their brilliant round
Of keen delights, or themes still more profound—
Where soul through sense transmutes this world of ours.
There is a life intense beyond your powers
Of utterance, which the ear alone has found
In the aerial fields of rhythmic sound—
The inviolate pathways and air-woven bowers
Built by entwining melodies and chords.
Ah, could I find some correspondent sign
Matching such wondrous art with fitting words!
But vain the task. Within his hallowed shrine
Apollo veils his face. No muse records
In human speech such mysteries divine.
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